I am the Mask

To wear a mask

It has been said,

Is to make your identity completely dead.

To strip away the threads of strife

And bear away that old life.

To see a mask

As it may appear,

Brings about some hidden fear.

Even in the brightest day

It shines the darkness of fright our way.

This is the mask

Life is called

As we try to stop the fall.

We justify our ways

In order to save our remaining days.

To wear the mask

Is to admit

That there is sin we have commit.

For blood we are enticed

As the promised price.

I am the mask

I must say

For my time goes on in the strangest way.

And my thoughts agree

That this mask was made for me.

I am the mask.