I'm sure I originally wrote this based on a friend's popular story, Pandora.
11.4.13

 

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A fight for justifying who I am

The mask remains the same

It wears upon my fragile skin

Forever haunting me.

I thought I could run away from all the bad despair

But surely enough the questions I hate,

they still linger there;

The moments I miss the most,

I should have kept so near,

I thought you’d stand by me forever,

You were so sincere.

The lack of truth hides beneath my mask,

It chills me to the bone,

But I never shrink back;

What I shall find some sure day,

I wish I could know;

But the values I seek are far gone,

I have to make a new way home,

The box that lies within my reach,

Still closed until it may;

The weeping sounds of misery,

The darkness in the bright day.

The lies and ultimate wear,

I thought I knew you once and then,

The box opened and you weren’t there.

I couldn’t even pretend.

My heart sank so low and beat fast,

Just like a quickening drum;

The box showed me without you once;

And surely enough,

It sent me home.