I put on the mask.My face of flesh and bone covered by a paper mache one. No one can see in the walls of a paper mache prison behind a monsters evil smile. My eyes look through the masks eyes seeing everything the mask wants me to see. Smelling through the masks nose smelling the scents it smells. Talking through the masks mouth saying the words it wants people to hear instead of my own. I have become a character. when the show stops I take off the mask and my real face of flesh and bone is no longer covered behind paper mache. 

A body numb with emptiness its heart and soul locked in a cage like birds. The body wanders around and empty shell of its self. A clone of someone else. A clone of you. Looking for that heart and soul you keep locked in that cage. Listen to the heart beat. Listen to the soul scream with pain. when you unlock the cage the body will feel them again. A saddle on its back a bridle on its head my spirit is ridden around bucking like a wild horse. Like a wild horse straining against chains. Chains that cut into flesh and create new scars. Let the spirit run like a wild horse back into its body,mine. Let me feel what it is like to be myself.