The Mask

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What is this mask?

Why do I carry it?

Who gave me this task?

Of walking to the pit

Upon reason lies deceit

Who should I believe?

Who should I thank?

For this living prank

What must I do?

To know what is true

All my life is a charade

Of a feelings parade

Can't close my eyes

To permanent cries

Can't bare this guilt

Like some fancy kilt

There are times that I recall

Long before my fall

They now seem like a dream

Of someone I've been

Dare I return?

To my to previous concern

All there was is no more

Left with only resentment's lore

Why is this mask still on me?

When will I be able to see?

When will I be able to feel?

Nothing of this is real

It is time to take off the mask

And stop to wonder or ask

Why have I become this way

And start living a new day.