Random. Do not read.

Beneath that beautiful mask
once was a warm, lovely soul.

What once was will never be.
Now beneath that beautiful masks exists a soul too dark to see.

One that haunts my nightmares and devours the light.
The light it once brought into my life.

How did this happen?
When did this change?

You say that it was me.
Yet I only changed to battle the monster you have become.

You won't listen.
You only scream.

You say that you don't want to fight,
when I tell you to fight for your dreams.

Yet you fight with me over mine.
You fight to control me.

Yet you squirm and flail when I try to help
And tell me that I am trying to control you.

What is this monster you have become?
What is this monster I have become?

I wish beneath that mask was a soul
to reflect the beauty I once saw.