The Mask 2-28-08

The Mask 2-28-08

I don't know what to do.
I want to help and comfort you.
I feel like you won't let me in.
I want to talk, but when i ask i feel I've commit a sin.
I know you trust me, or I think you do.
But I just can't seem to break though.
You wear a mask, and try to hide.
I feel like I'm in a genocide.
I see past your mask, but i can't break through.
All I want is to talk to you.
I know it hurts as you ignore the pain.
But I'm through with playing this game!
I see all the tings you feel inside.
And it makes me realize how much you've cried.
I know I can help, just let me in!
I feel the pain climbing deep from within.
I feel guilty for i cannon comfort you.
And when I try, I'm wrong, for wrong is all I can do.
I see right through your mask, and I know you see it too.
So why pretend? Why play this game? All I want is to help you.
So please, I beg you, take down the mask, let the real you out.
And let me help you, scream cry, and shout.