Poem of Mask 

My true name has changed a thousand times,

I’ve sung too many false lullabies,

I wear thousands of different masks, 

Each one a shadow of a dreadful past. 

Some masks sing and dance and roam so free,

Others weep and cry and hide down deep,

While others have seen several masks at a time,

No one has seen all of them, these masks of mine.

I have a mask for every occasion, 

For parties and ballrooms, 

For dances and plays, 

I cherish these masks for the excitement they bring. 

These masks are not me, 

But the people don't mind, 

If they want a funny guy, 

Who am I to deny?

While these masks are made public, 

Others not so much, 

These ones hide in the shadows,

Like a Wrath on the roof tops. 

These masks are my shadows, 

Dark stains that ruin my heart,

And If they so happened to slip their leash,

They’d tear my life apart.  

These masks are my sins,

My deepest woes, my darkest dreams,

They claw and rip at the fabric of my soul, 

Tear at the seams that keep me under control. 

So I keep these masks hidden,

No matter the damage they do, 

If I have to die to keep the world sane, 

Who am I to say no?