It was you , who believed in me , but never believed in us .
it was you , who said such beautiful words , and took them away .
it was you , who threw me up into blissful clouds ,
but snapped me back into reality like an elastic .
although you were a man of many faces , i appreciated each one .
for each face was an experience that i cling to.

as we both grew, but grew apart,
i cried for you .
i cried for the soul to take off his mask .
and when he did not , but remained invisible beneath his cloak ,
i had an epiphany .
and with wisdom through a face, i remained calm but teary in the shadow of your love.

if only you could see me now masked man .
wiser , better , stronger than you ever saw in me .
i cant help but wrath your many faces .
and plead to God that you remain guilty , and unhappy.

but still so,

i can not remain bitter.

towards the man who i never knew ,

due to the soul that remained with a mask.