Mask

My mask, beautiful mask
I cuddle behind it and suck my thumb in comfort
What sweet comfort
Blissful numbness
No worries or cares, just shake your head and look pretty, baby doll
Put this on and stand up straight
I will paint your porcelain face for all to see in the image The Master has created
Don't shatter the mask, no never
Turn around and stand up straight
Face the world proudly
So scared not to
Blissful numbness, puppet on a string
Tattered, battered puppet
So ugly without the mask
I lay in a clump until The Master takes control

Tracy
Dec, 2004