The mask is so thick, It has grown to my face. It's tendrils, how they haunt me, On their ill fated race. My mask is my power, It hides all my pain. Evading the questions, The answers remain. The mask, how it sees me, Beneath the thick crust. I'm not able to bury, My constant mistrust. My mask, it befriends me, During long painful nights. In daylight, it saves me, Tho' blurring my sight. The mask, is my hero, I wear it with glee. Covering much sorrow, Never pitying me. My mask, it's my sadness, My hatred takes hold. I don't want to wear it, But I'll never be bold. The mask, is my savior, I'm a warrior queen. I wear it with abandon, And with it, I'm mean. Oh savior, sweet sorrow, My wicked old mask. Let me show my OWN face, That's all I can ask. Oh hero, bitter power, My evil old friend. Take your strong grip from me, And let this all end.