Breaking Mask

Breaking Mask

I am lies,

I am the pretend poet,

Who puts verses on a page

And calls them beautiful.

I am the faux artist

Who throws his pallet

At the canvas and Proclaims it a masterpiece.

I am deceit,

Afraid of my own face,

I cover it in layers of lies,

So you wont see me,

Take your chisel,

And break my mask off,

Take you hammer

To the pieces on the floor.

Your eyes full of tears

Are the mirror in which

I see the monster beneath the mask.