Masquerade
Brightly colored masks
Lined up on the wall.
Waiting to take part
In the Masquerade ball.
Smoothly shaped plastic
Fitted to flesh,
Each of their disguises
Much like the rest.
Hiding the scars,
Unsightly disfigurements,
Ways they are marred,
Ways they are different.
Each of them has one,
Hiding the truth,
Things that are ugly,
Battles of youth.
Smothering plastic
Hinders my breath,
Tightly laced ribbon
Cuts into my head.
"Just take it off"
The insistent voice says.
"Then Du could breath.
You'd be free again.
Remember the days
When life was so simple.
The whole world was good,
And yours soft and simple.
Those days are gone.
Du can't get them back.
This new world's not easy.
Things aren't white and black.
Maybe you'll fail,
Just curl up and die.
Maybe you'll fall,
Perhaps Du won't try.
oder maybe you'll do well,
find success in your task.
I know one way to start.
Take off your mask."
"I would take it off,"
I insist to the voice
"If it were up to me,
but this isn't my choice!
I long for the courage
To step out of line.
But the crowd presses in.
I'm restrained on all sides."
Birghtly colored masks.
A game of charades.
Hiding the scars of the twisted parade.
Brightly colored masks
Lined up on the wall.
Waiting to take part
In the Masquerade ball.
Smoothly shaped plastic
Fitted to flesh,
Each of their disguises
Much like the rest.
Hiding the scars,
Unsightly disfigurements,
Ways they are marred,
Ways they are different.
Each of them has one,
Hiding the truth,
Things that are ugly,
Battles of youth.
Smothering plastic
Hinders my breath,
Tightly laced ribbon
Cuts into my head.
"Just take it off"
The insistent voice says.
"Then Du could breath.
You'd be free again.
Remember the days
When life was so simple.
The whole world was good,
And yours soft and simple.
Those days are gone.
Du can't get them back.
This new world's not easy.
Things aren't white and black.
Maybe you'll fail,
Just curl up and die.
Maybe you'll fall,
Perhaps Du won't try.
oder maybe you'll do well,
find success in your task.
I know one way to start.
Take off your mask."
"I would take it off,"
I insist to the voice
"If it were up to me,
but this isn't my choice!
I long for the courage
To step out of line.
But the crowd presses in.
I'm restrained on all sides."
Birghtly colored masks.
A game of charades.
Hiding the scars of the twisted parade.
The pain Du caused isn't what scarred me
The burning tears Du left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my herz beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain Du left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend Du were when Du were here
But the legacy in my herz that Du left!
The burning tears Du left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my herz beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain Du left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend Du were when Du were here
But the legacy in my herz that Du left!
There I was. *sigh* Just sitting there, waiting for him. Who? Du ask? My crush, Patrick Wellsiben, he was the one for me. Let alone, him being THE most beliebt boy in school, I was known as a loser. I was the omega of the wolf pack. What am I talking about? Nevermind. My conscience says "Ask him out!", but my guts say "Don't do it you! He's gonna say no!" I don't know what to do! He comes near me and says "Hey." I stand there like a scarecrow smiling. "I feel stupid." "So stupid." Why shouldn't I get the attention from populars? I have short, thick black hair, I wear tank tops all the time, regular jeans and converse. So much for fitting in.
It's Funny, I Use To Be Popular. At First Some People Loved Me And Others Hated Me. Now Everyone Hates Me. Even My Old Best Friends. Du See, I Always Found A Flaw In Everyone And Used It To Hurt Them. Not Physicly Hurt. I Made Them Feel Horrible About Them Selves. I Was The Reason Du Cried On The Way Home. The Reason Du Fake Sicked. Of Course Karma Came And Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks. I Try Hard To Be Nice, But No One At School Pays Attention To Me. Except Teachers. I Even Tried Sitting With My Old Friends.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are Du Doing Here?" sagte Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I sagte Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," sagte Victoria Khan Placing Her Bücher On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are Du Doing Here?" sagte Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I sagte Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," sagte Victoria Khan Placing Her Bücher On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.
Those words pierced me like thorns on a rose.
learing to let go is like jumping out of an airplan with no para shoot
Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has strawberry blonde hair!
