March 8, 2005

Her Mask

I am who I am, you have to accept

Don't you see? I want some respect!

You think my mask hides all away?

But don't you see the pain I display?

Just because it's dead, does not mean its gone!

Me and emotions we have a special bond.

I ignore, it complains,

Soon my mind will be remains

But when it's gone, who will know?

Who remembers the feelings of a little girl?

One who hides behind a mask,

And a heart made of stone-hard wax.

They'll remember the smile and the hallowed eyes

They will remember her emotions and their lies.

She had no emotion, or none we could see

She was like a robot with no where to flee.

So as she slips the bullet in the momentary home

She thinks these thoughts, so forlone.

No one will remember, no one will care!

As the shot is fired, and her eyes, lifeless, can only stare.

A/N: The Wax is supposed to symbolize fake..as she has a fake heart.