Fake wings

Fake wings

It feels like I’m everything, but nothing

My memories, synthesized, artificial

Mind is blank, yet filled, but never speaking

This body same as before, no, it has changed

These eyes have become worse, but still they do better then before

Heart stilled, beating, still beating, fast, then slow, then fast again

Ears are that hear things no one else hears, but still they hear nothing

Nose that smells everything, but cannot smell everyone

This feeling of friends, so comforting, yet it hurts

Complete is how I seem, yet cut into pieces is how it is

Among the Light, but as one of the dark

I fit in with others, yet I feel as an outcast

Feeling loved, but hated

I show happiness although I have been hurt

My emotions are nothing to me, but everything to those around

Don’t want this, can’t do this, must stop this, it just won’t work anymore

I have a mask that covers my face, covers myself, my true self

I'm not alone; I see thousands of masks that people wear upon their faces

But each mask is different from one another

None are the same, but close in shape

Mine is an outcast to this

While others are shaped to the human heart and mind

My mask is shapeless and ever-changing

Only few of the others I go among have “Chipped” masks

They are able to show “true” feelings

Where as I am unable to state the pity of this mind to these people

This mask gets in the way and stops my words

With stopped words, stopped wings shall be what are there

For I have no wings that make me, myself.

No true wings

By:

Kiba

Ookami