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Cover my face with a smile, and sit me there in the room with the happy people. My mask helps the time go bye and keeps them from asking questions, it keeps me from being noticed. Keep that mask on, i tell myself, its the only way to make them go away. My mask with the painted smile and the brightened eyes, its hard to hear the screams that come from underneath it. Muffled and soft, you can't hear a thinkg with all the happiness running from the others mouths. The laughing, the joy, the happiness.. makes your ears want to bleed and scream more and tell them.... your not okay. but that would cause to much attnetion, and no one would really care. They would put ont there masks of Pity and ask you whats wrong just to know and be able to boast about on how they know and others don't. And then to fit in, they tell .. even if you told them not to, becasue the masks are so thick that you cant see everyones true face. But behind my mask is safe, my painted on smile will continue to smile and never to be taken off. The screams will continue to muffle themselfs quite until my mask sufficates myself and I can no long handle it and Die in my bed, screaming. Trying to tell everyone that the masks, they will be the end of you, to take them off as soon as you can. But My mask.... it makes it so no one can hear the screams.





But if you listen real close... you might be able to hear them. Just listen....

Continue to tear my heart to peices, and I will watch and do nothing. For if it pleases you to see me in pain then then I will cut my own heart open and watch the blood flow from myself. Just for you

What do I think of the world and the people who live in it? I think that they all need to burn, in the damnation that they comit themselves to everyday. People that are so insecure that they need to hold on to a belief or a "god" so that when they die in there cold bed that there is some comfort that they could sleep easy. But of course they are never pure, for everyone is dirty and scared with the things they have all done. selfishness is in out nature, so everyone will kill and roit to get what THEY want from others. The society today makes poeple comit themself to sucide because they are not beautiful, strong, or just different. For society makes the woman of today have the need to be young and beautuful for as long as they possibly can. And people wonder still on why they kill themselves, with the other people cursing them and sneering because they dont fit in and there different, makes them feel that the only way to fit in is to end it all alone. They are so engulfed in what they want, for themselves that they are no long satisfied with what they are that they need to end there own life. The world today is going to there own man made hell and we arent doing anything to stop. We like to see ourselves spiral out of control into the earth and crash and burn.

Am I not just a puppet for your personal amusement?

A doll for you to laugh and sneer at when tired of all others? A puppet... with torn clothes that long to be renewed, my painted face.. faded and scratched from all the days of being toyed with. My strings are rather dull, but still not able to break under my own free will. I wait in the dark corner of my mind and await for the next person that I must amuse, then be placed back in the darkness, and wait again. Such a life I have come a costume to though, after all what else must a Jester to do? A wait for the kings orders and then entertain untill send to the gallows, or upon my own death. So I wait, in my corner until my king, my master comes and fetches me. And I still think....





Will someone ever cut my stings?