This mask I wear you gave to me,
One winter night beneath the trees.
It´s black and blue enshrouds my life,
Surround my eyes, blind my sight.
This mask I wear pretends I´m here,
And hide me from the awfull fear,
That you might find the heart of me,
And take that too, beneath the trees.
This mask I wear to hide the pain,
It´s all I have to keep me sane,
I just feel down, I´m told to tell,
There are no words to stop this hell.
This mask I pray to God for why,
He hates me so to watch me die,
A little more with every night,
This man comes in and rapes my life.
But little girls grow up, my friend,
And learn the wicked ways of man.
This mask I wear comes off the day,
this mask I wear lies on your grave.
[I love this poem; from "Strangers in Paradise", by Terry Moore - o desenho é meu!]