This mask I wear

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!]