The Mask

I stare at its life-less eyes - hollow as a shell

I stare at its false face - an image so unholy

I stare at it with my contemptuous eyes,

And yet, nothing stares back.

I despise its empty soul so bare -

Its inexistent conscience almost revolting

I stare at it with my contemptuous eyes,

And yet, I am bound to it for life.

For it is the veil I curl behind

For it is what people know of me

For in the outside world,

I am the mask and it is me.

I stare at it with contemptuous eyes, and yet,

With each passing day, I become what I despise!