Mask who covers like clouds
And asks who wants to see you
Who is makeup and fake bows
Who is a jar of flesh colored paint and a plastic smile
Whose face is made of black crows
Is happy I am sad today
Who tells me I should stay hidden
Who tells me its better this way
Whose perfect nose covers my own
Comes out everyday
Huddles in unlit corners in the light
Who comes out and tortures me at night
Is wrong
Is a sad little withered flower tied to bad memories
Is dark, shuts my life behind its black doors
Shouldn’t be with me anymore
Is stifling me
Who blinds me to what I am and could be
Is cardboard and wax and black crepe hats
Who lies and deceives, lies and deceives again
Is the cold handkerchief that holds my tears
Asking who could really love you
Who could really love you, who?