Beneath the Mask

  This was back in high school.  I must have been depressed.  I was also listening to a lot of Carcass.

Beneath the Mask

Here's a story of a boy who's in his teens
Smiling, happy.  Or, at least, that's how it seems
Though laughing, what he really needs is help
But, in our nescience, we ignore and laugh ourselves
The smile he puts on for the world to see
Is a front he keeps in longanimity
But doing so is internecine
Hurting us while it is killing him
Constantly disappearing dreams and hopes
Maketh him to denigrate our own wardrobes
The day we saw what hid beneath the mask
That was the day that was to be his last
There's no more need to suffer in denial
We all have to wear black once in a while
Through his life he was always so quiet
Crying inside, there's no way to deny it
Now he's in a small be while we weep
Looking so natural like he's asleep