Every one bears one, every one wears one.
Mine is always in place.
It's my
protector, my guardian from reality.
It helps me to be safe from all of the
things that want to hurt me.
All the things that are inside of me tearing
and prying, trying to escape, when I wear it, it helps keep them in place.
No
one knows the real me, the one I hide or should I say hides deep with in me.
There it is kept safe, no one can hurt it and can't hurt any one.
For if it
was to climb out from within my self, I wouldn't know what to expect.
I have
never let it that far.
I know it tries so hard to get free, the real me that
hides so cowardly.
It climbs the low walls, inside of me, but can never
surpass the one thing that protects me.
This thing inside of me takes a toll
on my body, and especially my mind.
It taunts me, teases me, but I am strong.
My walls have been building for some time now.
I won't be weak, won't allow
any one to no the real me.
For no one will ever hurt me again, no more
crying, no more trying, no one will ever hurt me.
If I keep my protector in
place, no own will ever see my true face.
Because I hide, hide behind my
guardian, my savior, my mask.
A different one every day, the strongest one
leads the way.
Always there for me, it will never leave me for now it is a
part of me, it makes me whole and helps to keep every thing in place.
My
mask, my savior, my mask
Eyes closed, what do I see?
I see the darkness that lives inside of me.
Coldness, emptiness, but most of all darkness.
When my eyes are closed, I
also feel these things.
It's a feeling of weakness.
How could I let myself
become so weak?
Some times I feel that if one person could just see the real
me, the one behind the mask, they could help me.
But no one cares, no one
tries, every one just lies.
I believe eyes are the path to ones soul, when I
look into someone's eyes, they never lie.
Someone once said to me, that when
they look into my eyes they don't like what they see.
Hatred, betrayal, but
most of all the ever so present darkness.
These are the thing they see inside
of me.
I don't argue, I don't disagree, for I know these are the things that
live inside of me.
They are not unwelcome guests, just things that seem to
find a way to thrive with in me.
What would I do if they left me, I can never
find happiness with or without them.
No one will ever love me.
I open my eyes
and what do I see?
The world of lies that lives around me.
Worthless, miserable, cheap, these are the words that represent my life.
The
perfect soldier that is what they call me.
But they don't know me, no
one does.
I have feelings, I feel just like they do.
I just keep my feelings
inside, so
I can never hurt my pride.
I am disposable, just a tool of war,
of
destruction.
But I have dreams I have hopes.
Don't I deserve a real
life, one
without war and hating?
My comrades and I fight for peace but
what is peace?
Just a word; there is no real peace.
If this is the way to
peace, ruining so
many lives I don't know if I want peace any more.
What
do I fight for?
I
fight for.
I fight for a real life one without war; I
fight for peace, and
for the end of wars and death.
My life is expandable,
just a tool of war.
If I hadn't found you, would you have found me?
If I was in agony, would you release me?
If I cried , would you comfort me?
If I scream, would you come to see what's wrong?
If I kiss you, would you kiss back?
If I hated you, would you love me?
If I were to die, would you moarn for me?
Do you hate me, or is it a coverup?
Heero come kill me!
