A poem that I wrote to be a sequel for the mask.
My mask is now wornYet a new one is bornThis mask again do cover Though not unto thine lover
Shown once more, my mask will crackIt will shake and shatter ‘til I have it back This life of sorrow, misery and painWill taunt me until I have felt it’s strain
For times will be toughAnd my masks life will be roughI must be strong in the endFor in that moment, my mask will be my friend
While being tested, I will find strength I shall make it to the greatest length This mask doth hide one thousand tearsEqually true to all my fears
Each day goes by, my mask still shown Something I never have and never will condoneThis mask wants only to take away from me Though I wish it would just let me be
Hiding behind this mask makes me want to surrender No longer a happiness lender I know I shan’t give upNo matter the amount this mask do corrupt
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