My mask
I put on a mask to shroud my care,
I pull it away when no one is there
Yet behind my mask my feelings I share
A secret existing between me and the air
Yet this mask has features and clues
Of what really shakes my soul at its truth
When all resources are exhausted and used
I turn to my mask for the path that I choose
......
Another bruise on my knee I don't know where from.
I don’t give it much heed, this body of mine.
And if I could I’d send it out with the dry cleaning
for another body
with different attractions:
A pile of cloth with some thorns in it,
red and gold -
I want to shift out of this face,
the way the other day
......
Greed for attention
masks itself as fame
Greed for power
masks itself as ambition
Greed for a sense of importance
masks itself as greatness.
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Actually, instead of 'greed', 'neediness' can be put here. Cause sometimes it's more about neediness.
To feel
When she closes her eyes
all that she sees is black
and al she feels is pain
When she opens her eyes
all that she sees is emptiness
and everything she feels is broken
......
To feel
When she closes her eyes
all that she sees is black
and al she feels is pain
When she opens her eyes
all that she sees is emptiness
and everything she feels is broken
......
Another bruise on my knee I don't know where from.
I don’t give it much heed, this body of mine.
And if I could I’d send it out with the dry cleaning
for another body
with different attractions:
A pile of cloth with some thorns in it,
red and gold -
I want to shift out of this face,
the way the other day
......
Greed for attention
masks itself as fame
Greed for power
masks itself as ambition
Greed for a sense of importance
masks itself as greatness.
------
Actually, instead of 'greed', 'neediness' can be put here. Cause sometimes it's more about neediness.
My mask
I put on a mask to shroud my care,
I pull it away when no one is there
Yet behind my mask my feelings I share
A secret existing between me and the air
Yet this mask has features and clues
Of what really shakes my soul at its truth
When all resources are exhausted and used
I turn to my mask for the path that I choose
......