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I watch the mortals everyday move. I watch through the window as the children run, laugh and play.

I see two that must surely be mates, holding each others hand, whispers in loves language, I cannot say.

Here in my room I sit and watch. The only feeling I know is the darkness and cold that is within.

Knowing that my own life is a black empty void of swirling icy blackness, a life they say full of sin.

My soul once ached for the love of another, to feel the warmth of loves sweet and tender embrace.





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Can you see me under the dark of the night? Do you know who I am or who I have become?

There is a person you know in the light of day, and another you will find in the shadows of the evening sky.

Who am I? Even I don't know if I can answer that question for you.

I am who you persive me to be I suppose.

The shadows of the corner hide who you think I am , while in your mind I become someone who you want.

Who do you see me as, I must ask myself. Am I a killer in the night? A fear in your mind?

Does my face seem friendly in the soft glow of the lamp post, or do you flee from the horror of it all?

In the darkness, I am all and I am nothing.

In the light of the morning, I know not of what you see of me. I know not if that is the real me.

We all wear masks during our lives, changing them at will for each person we meet.

What mask do you wear for me? I have seen many on you, which is the real you?

Do you also not know for sure? Have your masks changed so many times you know not who you are?

I wear a mask of lies, of decite and untruths. Mine hides the monster I really am inside.

I wear a mask of love and tenderness. Mine hides the gentle soul deep within.

I wear a mask of streangth and courage. Mine hides the coward I am.

I wear a mask of friendship. Mine hides the hate I have for you.

I wear so many masks that I no longer know who or what I am. I know you wear so many masks that

you must also not know who you are, and that scares me more than my own ignorance.

Yours is one of friendship and trust, while in your heart you despise me so.

Yours is one of happy childhood smiles, while you hide the pain from us all.

Yours is one of acceptance and good will, while all along you would rather see me dead.

I think we sometimes wear the same mask at one time or another, just to hide the real us.

Just so no one can really see what monsters we are inside, what innocent children we really are, what

fears we hold, what hatred and distain whe have for others.

And yes, there is a mask we each have for covering up our love we have for one another. If you truley

loved another, would you hide behind that mask to keep your heart from being crushed?

Can you see me under the dark of the night? In the darkness, I am all and I am nothing.