Ying: I think this poem goes for more than one person in Jak2 but you decide on who the first person is.
My mask
When I take off the mask
Does it truly come off?
Or do people still it as me
Whether how much
I want to get rid of it
It sticks with me
Never leaving only staying
I am I forever doomed
To live with the mask
In this forsaken city
The people fear my mask
Not knowing the person
Who wears this mask.
The one that yearns to be free
So does it ever truly come off?
Ying: thankies for readin' my poem! Please review!