The Mask
I don a mask each waking day...A painted smile that veils dismay
But hidden deep beneath the paint
Lie empty eyes, obscure and faint
My smile is wide...frozen...deep
My eyes tell lies my soul must keep
I dance, and laugh, and shrug, and jest
To hide the emptiness that fills my chest
"All is well... I'm doing fine..."
Are two of my favorite deceitful lines
I bury my soul beneath heavy stones
That are mortared in dreams and wedged with bones
Raining tears have dredged my mask...
But those who've noticed have failed to ask
Surely crimson eyes have told the tale -
That behind this smile... I live in hell
So turn your head... pretend I'm fine...
I've grown callouse to pretentious minds
But hear these words and know their truth
Behind tomorrow's mask... I could be you
Marcus Lewis
11-26-2009
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