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The Mask

January 22, 2013
By Stormygirrl GOLD, Montverde, Florida
Stormygirrl GOLD, Montverde, Florida
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That look in my eyes
So jaded and black
Laced with such lies
That I can never take back

The shattering glasses
So broken and ugly
As my fist passes
Through a life-sized ghost of me

The blood runs down
As the forgotten pieces fall
Showing a crown
I could never lose at all

The glass, how it's shattered
As I pick up a piece
How none of it mattered
I feel a stunning release

This mask that I wear
No, it won't last at all
The scars I will bare
As the pieces start to fall

No, I don't ever smile
There's always a frown
So I'll take this small tile
And turn it upside down

Now there's a grin
Yes, it's like a tattoo
Just it's my skin
And goes all the way through

There's a graveyard of tears
They're falling in red
While I dig with these shears
They're just filling with dread

There's a bridge in the way
No, it just won't do
It just can not stay
So I guess I'll just have to cut it too

The tears just get redder
As the mask starts to fall
I'll just write this black letter
As my fears start to crawl

My eyes, they still pierce
They're still showing through
The monster looks so fierce
Her eyes, they cry too

But they can not stay
I'll leave this small note
The blood I will pay
To cut out it's throat

Theres paint on the walls
Deep red letters too
The drips start to stall
As the blood seeps on through

The glass has all fallen
Just as empty and black
I hear the monster callin
But I don't dare turn my back

These lips sell cruel lies
A kiss through the seams
Oh how the time flies
While you silence they're screams

Let's see under the mask
Can we find what is true
All that I could ask
And the cries that ensue

I glance in the mirror
No there's no monster to show
What's just drawing near
Is a once forgotten foe

Her face is all raw
As she falls to the floor
She just starts to bawl
No there can't be much more

In the glass she can see
All the tiny little pieces
Floating in the scarlet red sea
Are just pieces of you, pieces of me

I raise up my hand
Touching my flawless, new face
Oh how can I stand
How can I leave this place

I lay in the shambles
Of my forgotten mask
My hand how it scrambles
To hold it in my grasp

My hands run so frantic
Oh God, this must work
What the f*** was this antic
Where could this monster lurk

The pieces just won't fit
Why won't they go back
I'm pasting bit by bit
But they just fall right back

I fill what holes I can
Then run into my room
With the rope hanging from my fan
I'm ready to accept my doom

I move it by the window
With noose around my neck
Letting my beauty just flow
As my chair hits the deck

I look into her eyes
Now so lifeless and cold
Drowning in her mask of lies
Was her story untold

The author's comments:
I was going through a really difficult time and I wrote this as a story/self-reflecting poem. The monster the girl sees in the story is obviously her and she jumps back and forth between being this monster and herself. Ultimately the monster wins. She moves a mirror infront of the rope to look at herself, if you couldn't catch that.
And the black note on the wall is her suicide note, and letters on the wall are her writing hate comments about herself and her saying sorry to whoever reads it.

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on Feb. 5 2013 at 11:38 am
Stormygirrl GOLD, Montverde, Florida
12 articles 0 photos 2 comments
Yeah, after I wrote it I wanted to take it out, but I felt it added to the chaos and panic. But thank you for letting me know you liked it!  

on Feb. 4 2013 at 10:52 pm
Kat_Poetry BRONZE, Neenah, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"But without the dark, we would never see the stars"

Oh. My. God. This left me speechless. Purely Speechless. All the feelings, the lost little girl, the moster who is taking over, the pain needing to be relieved. This is just breath-taking, and captures every feeling that a person going through that would have felt. I'm sorry to hear that this was a personal writing piece about yourself, But im glad you didnt end your story the way this poem ended. If I had one thing to critique, I would say that you could have succesfully got your point across without swearing (It just slightly brings down the piece as a whole). But I absolutly loved how you ended the poem. That last stanza>>>>