
A poem about how I sometimes feel when people tell me what a nice guy I am. It goes along with my recurring theme of fighting against myself.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Spiritual - Words: 169 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Published: 04-25-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2509522
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I wear a mask that hides my face;
You can't see who I am.
The countenance that fills this space
Is nothing but a scam.
My life is not an open book;
I seem like a nice guy.
But when you take a closer look,
You may see past the lie.
Darkness lies within my heart,
But I don't let it show.
I fear should any find this part,
So I don't let them know.
My heart screams to reveal the truth
And let secrets be unfurled—
A twisted and perverted youth
Revealed to all the world.
But there is one who sees right through
This fraudulent façade,
Looking past the things I do;
My heart is known by God.
His holy light exposes me;
From Him no sin can hide.
Only He can fully see
What truly lies inside.
His power rips the mask away,
His grace and love I ask.
And I keep striving toward the day
When my face will mirror the mask.
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