27Hey! Thanks for checking out the poem! I have literally written this, then uploaded it, so it's a bit rough around the edges, but I hope you like it anyway.
The mask
that hides
the face you want No-one
to see.
The face
that
I long to see
for longer than
a fraction of a
second,
when the mask
slips
and you are revealed
for a tiny moment
Why does
No-one have
this privilege?
Why is he allowed
where no-one else can
go?
What about the rest of us
who long to be allowed to
see beneath the sinister
clown's mask that you treasure
so jealously?
Why?
When what's underneath is so
beautiful.
Why do you trust No-one above
all others, when he has done
nothing to prove himself.
And what will happen
when the mask slips and falls to the ground
trampled underfoot
and you feel you are no longer good enough
Who will be there for you?
No-one,
or
Me.
What do you think? I hope it's not terrible. R&R? Thank you!