ill fitting mask

i can see by your smile,
that you lost everything.
sacfriced your soul
and gained only emptiness,
no sunlight lingers,
only frost
and hardened stone.
i don’t believe that tough man’s act,
that don’t mess with me pose,
your words are shaped from a cowards tongue,
trying to gain some comfort
for the lost child that lies within.
 
i think you need to climb a mountain,
and scream at the stars
and embrace the joy of the rising dawn.
i hope one day you’ll sleep with a girl that will be true,
and you will understand the true nature of beauty,
and not measure your existence in pounds shillings and pense.