Second Face
Want me to be me
This mask I’ve built rubs me the wrong way
I feel it tighten around my heart
Chasing it, encasing it, burying it
-Pray.
See through my second face
Through this clay and plaster holding it in place
It squeezes me--I feel it trembling, creaking
See my disguise, my lies, my flaws
-Pray.
Tear down my false refuge
These spider web cracks that I try to mend
Not realizing that ‘mask’ is the polite word for prison
I believed, was deceived by myself
-Pray.
Look past this facade
It crumbles under the weight of my past
Heavy as sin it topples down to bury me
Covering me, smothering me, crushing me
-Pray.
Uncover what I’m hiding
A tear stained face newly lifted from it’s shell
Dust covered and bleeding from the ruin of the mask
Be brave for me, save me,
-Pray.
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