I, the mask you wear cling to thee,
Custom-made am I who never let people see,
Or maybe I do, or maybe I don稚,
It is your choice whether I will or I won稚.
Will you tighten my clasp or put on a spare?
Or will you throw me off and leave yourself bare?
Sometimes I知 useful, sometimes I知 not,
But that is the regard that has to be sought.
I am what you want me to be,
And at times I even become thee,
All that you see and that you hear,
All that you know and that you fear,
I am a decision that once you have made,
I値l bring you security or I値l bring you the blade.
Blame me not for all that goes wrong,
I can only stay where I can belong,
I知 yours, you own me, so I have said,
Whether I知 worn,
Or whether I知 dead,
It is all up to you, you hold the notes to the song,
Some people wear me too little, some a little too long,
And the rest roam about searching aimlessly
For the distinction between the two, they never do see.
Age 16
Copyright 1998 Wendy Torres