poetry

This is my blog welcome. I do like poetry and writing it. I really just wanted to see how this looked. So, working hard or hardly working?

The Mask



I wear a mask, around my eyes, so people cannot see you.
My heart is hidden within my Iris I also can not see you.
I wear the mask in my ears so that I can not hear you.
You define me and everything about me, you are my future you are my past you are my confidence and my grudge you are the life I wish I had
And the pain that I should have run from,
You are my chocolate, my sin, every bone in my body is made from you,
Are my body
My mask created from within you
Is hidden within my mind, if people listen close they can hear you. If I tell them about you, would you go so far as to kill me?
Who are you, you are not me.
You are the voice of Pain and ears of God you hear everything
But you do not tell me what I want to hear
You only tell me what I already know.
I watch your reflection in my glass,
You are much more beautiful than I.
Time is held in your hands and is cradled in that of my every existence.
If I were to die you would also go with me,
Your world is the same as mine.
We are connected in the same way.
It takes only one person to stop you,
You see me why do you not talk to me I am human too.
Do you see me?
Am I really there?
Am I a figment of space?
Do you see my eyes hear my mind?
Are they closed?
You are my mind,
My heart,
My eyes,
My voice,
My ears,
You are the mask,
The one am afraid I use too much,
Be gone mask,
So I can be myself.



i am open to interpretation.

Let me know what you guys think its about because i don't know. I wrote it and i don't know.

Peace