Under A mask He hides
Not showing any Emotion
Or pain
The masks says he’s happy
But I can see
He’s not
The screaming he hears
The annoyance that follows
He wants to get away
He needs to get away

Under a mask
He cries
Under a mask
Are thousands of scars
He cries for help
He screams for help
Nobody hears it
They can’t see beyond the mask
He wants to be free
He needs to be free

His arms are binded
He can’t move
He is afraid to move
The straight jacket
That he believes is there
Disallows him to escape
I sit and watch him scream
I sit and watch him pretend
I can see in his eyes that he wants to get away
He needs to get away

I try to help
But he just pushes me away
The mask he wears
Does not let him see love and an escape
He struggles, wanting to take the mask off
But he is afraid of what people would see
He is afraid of what he would see
I sit and watch him try to take the mask off
But the straight jacket restricts him to
I sit and watch him cry under the mask

This mask is evil
He thinks it helps
When he put it on
To hide the pain
He forgot to take it off
And with the mask
Grew a straight jacket
And a cell
With no escape
Or at least that’s what he thought

I don’t want to see him go
But for him death is freedom
I want to help him get away
I need to help him get away
He can’t see my love
So I should end his misery
So I place a gun on the floor of his cell
The thud seems to never end
I kneel and untie his straight jacket
I stare in his eyes, my eyes crying

I scream a silent scream
I hate to see him go
He picks up the gun
The mask says he is sad
But I can see he is happy as well
He holds it to his head
The trigger awaits his finger
He lays his finger on the trigger
I cry but I know it’s the best
For him death is freedom

He pulls the trigger
The mask falls off
I hold his lifeless head in my arms
There is a smile on his face
I lie next to him
Wondering why he put on the mask
My world is now gone
My world was him
All I wanted was to help him
And I did

There’s no point in me living
I throw off my mask
And let the world see who I really am
My eyes are flooded with tears
And there are scars
From where I tried to claw off my mask
I pick up the gun
And I hold my hand in his
And with a smile, I pull the trigger
I leave this evil world, to be with my world

 
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