By Angel Burke
I smile so you won’t see;
I laugh because that’s who I want to be.
But when it’s dark, and I’m all alone,
I try to go back to the self I’ve known.
But I can’t do that simple task
Because I have so many masks.
Go ahead and ask me why.
It’s because of all the times I’ve tried to hide.
Why stop now? I don’t know,
But pretty soon it will begin to show.
The masks and my face will begin to fuse,
And that’s when I know that I will lose.
I can’t give up, I must be strong,
I need to stop switching the song.
Who cares what they think,
Who cares what they’ll say,
It simply won’t matter one future day.
If I keep letting them get on my cases,
I will never stop this game of changing faces.
The Judson Mosaic 