My Mask Poem by Adam Day

Mask was worn thin enough for a one and only to see far enough through one to touch the soul of the incredible precious child known only as the awesomeness being, many many times come and gone for the mask wearer to let it down but there was never someone special enough to see what was held inside the dusty case, with the mask as thin as paper the glass canon has been released from the depths of emotions and the south end of the whiskey bottle. The young child crawls out to see the light of day that was once such a wonderful place to be. Time and time again he wanted to poke out of the mask but determination was set in stone to keep himself hidden to wait till the right someone was found, with the one in his sight the time was well spent but opened up to late in time and received the canon shattering rock of a comment one morning thus thickening the mask back to full prowess, not sure if it will be thin enough for people to see what’s hidden but will forever remain a secret that was almost let out to begin a new journey for life, so for now this story will continue on its same path of darkness for years to come.