A mask is something most people take off after a long dayjob or a dance. But not me.My mask is permanently there.Even when I look in the mirror. All I can see is this cursed mask.It says what it wants.It pushes me away from others.It controls me everyday.Even now.I am limited to what I can say.In my oppinion, This mask is a demon.One that never disappears.It tortures the ones I love.It turns my love into hatred.It forces me to be what it wants.I have no choice.I cannot disobey it with out inflicting even more pain on the ones that I know.It has turned and twisted my heart and body and my soul.I know not of what I do nor of what I am.It has destroyed that information along with myself.This mask is all that exists. It will not allow any love or happiness,but only hatred and sorrow with imense pain.The pain never goes away,it never stops.The pain that I inflict on myself by not fighting this mask.By not trying to control it.But for letting it take control of me.
What is the color of your mask?
And how does it affect your life?
When do you were it?
And when does it come off?
