So, what is The Mask?
It was lightning in a bottle Life is what the price is Reciting from the Bible What I'm typing's A silhouette of A face that's suicidal When the thoughts start To takeover They control I follow My Mask started glow It was smoking From inside of it Wearing it. Cherish it Scared of life without it From embarrassment To marriages To parenting To arrogance To living up to comparison Still question who am I, though Mask is what we try to be Covering up what's inside of me The Mask will make you lie to me Just want you to be proud of me The Mask will make you follow me Cry to me. Hide from me. A fabricated society You'll never see the real side of me You'll judge me if you knew me So I'm hiding behind the music We're hiding behind computers Creating an image Of someone cooler None of us know what we're doing We're fragile. It's a battle Scared to death of what you'll think of me Life is but a dream to me Nothing's what it seems to be The Mask is for your secrecy My silence is a scream to me Just on a different frequency What the world is feeding me The demons always speak to me My pastor tries to balance out the Mask Can you preach to me? I'm going deeper From my cheeks, my eyes My noes, my smile What you see is not my face Take it off and see me now Watch me break the Mask in half And I just throw it Into the crowd As I take my skin off Imperfection's what I found
The Mask is a blanket that shields us from our insecurities. It disguises our worst flaws and attributes from even the people that love us most. The Mask is our protection, and when it’s removed, we’re completely vulnerable. The Mask allows us to have multiple identities. This gives us the advantage of using whatever face society’s willing to accept. The question I ask myself: is the mask protecting me from the world, or is it protecting the world from me?
Every month is a blank canvas