Underneath his Mask

He hates himself
hates his face, his eyes. his nose
the shadowed tears in his heart
are to distinguised to expose.

He hates his gruetesque face
all the voices in his head
he wants to shed this body
he just wants to be left dead.

Trapped with such a face
trapped inside a troll
wanting to be sweetly normal
he just wants a chance to be whole.

Wants a chance to hold a girl
to have her not flinch when she gets near, to be able to kiss her lips, he just wants his face to disapear.

His eyes seem constanly glossed over, trembling lips, tears and dreams, now he picks up this shotgun, I hear his neverending screams.

He'd wanted to destroy himself
but nobody knew, or cared to ask
a disfigured face, is forboding,
look at the prince
underneath his mask.

He hated himself...