Masked..

Behind these masks i wear
lie the eyes of despair

All you see
is what is shown
and what you see is nothing known.

But you find a way to break
because these eyes cannot fake.

The pain that it has endured
that these sockets seem to hold

All the pain, gore and grime
that just seems hopeless to rhyme

This body shall continue its mutiny
as my face keeps adapting to this city

But in everything i still fear
a thought that occurs queer.

Would it be to much to ask
to accept  this face without its mask?