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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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