Looking into the mirror
staring at the mask
could I rip it off just tonight
a feeble whisper asks
Can I scream but not be heard
and cry till I fall asleep?
can spurious strength be laid to rest ?
can I show them gashes that run deep ?
Can jaded shoulders lay low for now ?
Can I befriend darkness till dawn?
Can I dance my pain away tonight ,
without thinking of the morn?
Can I steal some fire from the stars
and burn the rot that weights me down?
or must I paint over painful tears
and live through this circus like a clown ?