Behind my  Mask

Behind my mask that grins and hides          
the truths that I am terrified,          
though people think I'm speaking clear          
tis just my teeth chattering fear          
to again unbe a faceless thing no one has eyed...          
           
I didn't Be before arrived          
I shan't Be beyond that Great Divide,          
when my face wears death's toothy lear          
where my blind eyes shed no more tears          
Behind my mask.          
           
So I act as if normalised            
but see the coming beyond my living eyes          
nearer and nearer with passing years          
ignoring my rage and fruitless tears            
forced unborn on time's relentless tide          
again made faceless, but, trying to hide,          
Behind my mask...