i sit in the corner and wonder which mask to put on



the one with the laughter, the one with the tears,



the one that soothes everything or the one that i fear



i sit at the mirror, my reflection looks back



and wonder if its me or the image thats cracked



i sit in the darkness, my hands to my face



unsure if reality is the name to this place



finally getting that the mask ive put on



has finally melted and faded away



becoming the skin i must wear everyday

cool

Nice Rhythmn.

As one with personal experience on hand:
The chest that carries the masks that you wear
There is, among them, a trait they all share.
Sitting at the mirror, your reflection is you,
Whether warped and cracked, it only changes your view.
The darkness holds in it, a glimmer of light
let go of reality, perception, and lies,
And truth will cease to slip through your hand,
The masks you love, you hate, and you fear
They're all part of you, so please hold them dear.

inspired "showtime"

Very heart felt write. I always put the one with the laughter on, than head out and try to have a good time! Hope you do the same sara89

wonderful write

well said