Masks

Everyone
Hides the truth.
Impossible for anyone,
To know who we really are.
Big beautiful eyes,
Kohled over,
So that no one
Can see behind them.
The ghosts lurking,
Swimming in the wake.
Ancient folklore professed
They hid you from demons.
Masks.
Today these demons,
Are our colleagues
And best friends.
Because judgement,
Is more painful
Than hiding.
Whether we hide behind;
Our bodies,
Ornate clothing,
Make-up,
Or piercings.
There is a storm brewing,
Building,
Behind every eye.
Hiding,
Beneath the Mask.

Mind Trap

My Mind Trap.
Seeing those that aren't there,
Things that have never been.
People betray me
While standing by my side.
Monsters lurk in the corners
Of my strained mind.
Faces appear,
Follow me around.
But as I turn
To view the invisible eyes,
They disappear
And no one is around.
This pencil forms the words
But not in my hand.
It looks like another's
Flowing my fingertips
To this page.
Even that which I do on my own
Seems to betray myself.
So it's here
That I tell my story.
As I give myself up to you,
These words from my heart.
For if you read this
Then you know how to read me.
Now I retreat
Back in to my mind
And give in,
To these thoughts
That overcome me.
And make me lose who I am,
Who my friend are.
And what they have really done.