The Face Behind The Mask
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Every day I put a mask on my face.
I pick out my flaws and try to erase
The "imperfections" our society has set.
Impossible standards that have yet to be met.
So who am I behind the mask?
Being myself is so hard a task.
I'm screaming.
I'm yelling.
I'm dying to be heard.
Wearing this mask just seems so absurd.
I go to school along with the masses
And rot my brain in all these classes.
I raise my hand to question the "truth"
But the teachers dismiss it with so-called 'proof'
I have no voice behind this mask
And speaking out is so hard a task.
I'm screaming.
I'm yelling.
I'm dying to be heard.
Wearing this mask just seems so absurd.
I am home now, finally free
I can forever be simply me
I can speak my mind and voice my thoughts
Say what I want, get my message across.
I have myself, I dont need the mask
Who am I? I no longer have to ask!
I'm screaming.
I'm yelling.
I've finally been heard.
From the restraints of society I have been cured.