I stand at a distance and I can see your eyes

How you live your life

I can see through their lies

The masks they wear are weak and tear

They break apart...

Such pathetic art

As I watch you, the feelings pursue

Yet shyness holds me back

My life is nothing but black

Yet you can't see, the mask I wear

The mask that is me

Waiting at a distance

The mask is not seen

But if you ever see the mask that is me

Would you ever let me know?

Is it ridiculous, only a school girl's dream?

To think that perhaps these feelings of mine would ever be shared?

That they would ever grow?

I know, I know...

I shouldn't dream of such things

I shouldn't hope for such impossibilities

But...

I do

Though will my feelings ever be allowed to grow?

Will they be set free?

Or will they be forever trapped behind this mask?