Behind the Mask
From secret thoughts his mind is jarred.
He listens, a bored expression on his face,
And though the insults leave him scared,
No hint of anger, not a trace.
Indifference is his only mask,
He wears it proud, he wears it well,
To have no feeling, no easy task,
It's stored inside a deep, dark well.
No one sees his endless pain,
He suffers in a quiet way,
The hurt spreads through him like a stain,
His days are lifeless, loveless, grey.
And then she came...
With her kind, sweet smile,
And lovely name,
There, they sat a long, long while,
He never felt the same.
She found beauty everywhere,
She filled his days with endless light,
Her life was filled without a care,
She could not fear the dark, or words that bite,
All she did was ask,
To look behind the mask,
He tore it off with a grin...
And let her in.