Stone Mask

Hey, Hey I’m talking to you
Do you think that your closest friend next to you
Is there ever smiling person,
Without a care in the world?
Do you think you can read them like an open book?
Are their feelings transparent as glass?
Perhaps you don’t notice their eyes trailing towards everybody.
Perhaps, you do not know them.

For I have a little story.
Of a girl with a mask of stone.
At first sight, her powerful burning bright smile of the sun
Is blind that it hurts
It’s just a lie.When all eyes are turned away,
Her smile turns into a cruel unwelcome scowl.
For she sees everything.

With those sharp unfading eyes,
She sees the bad& good & judges.
That is her true form
But her mask of stone is beautifully carved of a smiling girl.

Fake, and cold,
Nobody notices for al they see is a bright person.
Nobody saving her from the overwhelming darkness.
She only cries when her mask cracks from
The grasp of pain and irritation.
Let nothing come. Nothing.
For all people to her are deaf and blind to see her.
Only for her word she speaks the truth…

Eventually her words of her cries and pain pause,
Only to follow silence& a bright fake smile.
Nobody comes to realization,
She has given up.
In life, she has given it gone.
And mistakes come to her slowly and all to fast.
Cries of her commiting the sin of sloth
Her laughter is a lie.

In the soft creep of the night.
Dull pale eyes stare out at the beautiful moon
Her pale pink lips slowly whisper “goodbye, mask”
Holding the steel tears start to roll.
Blood does not fall, but only a stone mask to the ground.


Kelsee