A master of masks...
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei doesn't belong to me.
Warnings or notes: Angst(?), second person's POV, confusion (maybe), OOC (a bit I guess).
You smile at us all,
Everyday it has been the same,
You fool us all with those masks you wear,
But I know...you are crying inside.
You silently wish for someone to be beside you,
You hope for someone to know your inner side,
And yet..you are afraid,
Afraid of being rejected...afraid of being pushed.
The masks make you look happy,
But the real mask is aching within,
Hoping for someone to tear off your masks,
Yet..at the same time..you don't want anyone to do so.
When the mask is old and becomes thinner,
You throw it away and put on a new one,
No matter what it is,
You don't seem to care anymore.
People may not know your grief,
But you can't escape me,
I know every pain you suffer,
Because I'm you,
The one who will always know them,
The master of masks...
Author's note: This is based on real feelings...Urm...oh well, nothing much to say...Review please?