February 16, 2011
My mask is on everyday
To hide away all of my hurt and decay
On All Hallows Eve, I wear a different mask
To scare away little monster when they start to mash
But at the end of the day
When I tire of that mask
I find it stuck on quite tight
Scrape, Scrape, Scrape
Till it finally falls

I see now that my face
Is just about gone
These masks that I wear
Take with each a piece of me
So now I sit and wonder
Which mask will ever be me

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