The Devious Yet Daring Identity
I Thrive on my identity.
An Identity governed by a mask.
Which gives me such an unfair power.
The villainous power of apparent freedom and love.
This mask has a painted smile, with an open bullet hole to the head.
Such a mask made by a tyrant king.
It strips me from being me.
With it I learn to smile from repetition.
But I forgot how to smile from happiness.
My mask bears the image of what the free all want.
My mask dulls the strenuous pain.
It just makes life easier.
But I can now hide my pain from the free.
I fear the day when such a shriveled, used, and beaten mask gives to destruction.
Without such a ruthless mask I become the naked fool.
I become the turtle without his shell and the shark without his jaws.
They will then see my pain and weakness.
Then soon I shall run out of reason which fuels such a devious painted smile.
Then the mask will no longer shape my identity and conceal my pain.
The free can now pick at my bones.
Then force me to tremble to the floor as my soul viciously gets murdered.
Yet I love such a ruling and ruthless mask, but so may a coward.
May I possibly be the brave soul to flee the mask, because then I may be free.
(2014)
We all wear a mask, what is yours like?
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