Note: I did not plagiarize Sayora Miakaiede's work when I wrote this. In
fact, I wrote this first only I didn't post it. Sorry!
Inner Self
My face is hidden,
Behind a stone mask.
So easily placed,
I have naught to ask.
My heart is cold,
And locked up so tight.
I have no conscience,
No wrong and no right.
Why do I hide,
What people want most?
My hopes and my fears,
My falls and my boasts.
My life is a joy,
To dissect and explore.
"Just go away!"
I would implore.
Nobody sees,
What I really am.
My emotions are held back,
By a giant dam.
One day it will give,
And spring a huge leak.
Apathetic no more,
I couldn't speak.
Everyone hides something,
Maybe not such as me.
But I have agony, pain,
That does not have to be.
The nightmares that invade,
My mind every night.
Haunt until morning,
Causing such fright.
Everyone believes,
That I have no soul.
Everyone thinks,
I have but one goal.
To kill what hold me down,
At the cost of my life.
Because if I do,
It shall end my strife.
What hold me down,
Is none less than myself.
I hate everything about me,
Smashed the mirror on my shelf.
Nothing can light my darkness,
Or melt my ice.
Nothing can bring me closer,
That I cannot slice.
Do you truly believe,
In all that I do?
Or is it just my mask,
Continually tricking you?