poems week 3
#3 of weekly poems for you
some days I am the white happy half...
some days I am the dark deep half...
But to be one without out the other, would to not be whole. The masks provide for the wearer, both safe, both strong. To be one without the other is to not be human. Yin and yang, right and wrong, truth and lies. To be one without the other I would not be me. I prefer the black mask of pain, suffering, lies, but also safety. The mask hides me from the world, keeping me safe, snug, and oblivious. Some say the white mask better. The mask of joy, kindness, and lies. They both have lies but one is better at hiding it. With behind your back and music to to drown it out, the lies of white are hidden from view. The dark oblivious yet at the same time all knowing. The white to me is poison. False happiness. While the black has more truth. White hidden in lies to hurt, untruths to spare feelings. Black hidden in shadow all watching. lies to save, and burning truths. The black eyes of white show the person behind it. The lier. The white eyes of the black show the fearful person inside, a shell of themselves. The white eyes show the fear and the sadness that those who wear it carry, The truth. The black eyes show the ugly, the lies, the hatred inside the person. Black is shown mostly as evil and bad, but am I evil for wearing it? Is the black mask, the protector, bad, and I for wearing it as my own? Or is the evil in the white mask, the keeper of dark secrets, of hatred. I am the black mask, I have suffered under a white. I find my escape in letting my true feelings flow, while the white lets out only lies, manipulating others emotions creating black. The black makes white, and the white black, but is it so wrong for me to hide, to love the shadows, and my pencil and paper for they are my safe haven. I claim the black mask as mine, one of sadness and fear, but also truth. This one that forms friendship stronger than steel. So today I claim the black as I will tomorrow and the day after. Maybe it will change one day, I send hope to those I hurt, but it will not happen this year nor the next. My internal light shall burn away the impurities of the wretched white mask who hurt me, but as that is what they are founded on, then they will burn in hell for creating four black masks were there could have been people. This is our life now, shielding ourselves from her in fear every day maybe our last. So make stronger your friends and the weak, and live every day as your last. Spend no time on sadness, make it anger. Let your fear make you brave, and fight back! Their life is not worth more. So are you wearing a mask, be it of lies, love, strength, truth, fear, pain, or sadness? Are you a black mask now that it is redefined or a white mask?
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