Black parade.

The mask that I wear,

May not be the most picturesque one.

But I imagine it as shimmering white in colour, golden sequined around the eyes with a feather of a peacock at the top side of my left eye.

The mask that I wear,

They do not see the real me.

Only the paper face that I meticulously put on each time I leave home.

The mask that I wear,

Does it reflect who I am underneath?

Being sincere? Or just fake.

The mask that I wear,

Hides the ugliness of my doomed soul.

Disguises the true feelings in my heart.

The mask that I wear,

Look around.

Do not be astonished that everyone wears one too.

The mask that I wear,

Pretending to be good.

Hiding our sins.

The mask that I wear,

Strolling around, looking at each other's mask.

Beneath these masks, written all over us are words like anger, jealousy, impatience, stubborn-ness and selfishness.

The mask that I wear,

Life is a masquerade.

So get ready and put on your mask for the ball.

The mask that I wear,

Despite of how perfect you want to be, along the way somehow you will get jaded.

For you are not being your true inner self.

The mask that I wear,

After all the hurt, hidden and silent tears, it gets worn out and you will need a new mask.

But how many more do we need to face this life? It will never be adequate.

The mask that I wear,

Do not lose yourself to the black parade.

Cut your mask with a sharp blade, let it tear and watch it burn in red hot blazing fire.

The mask that I do not wear,

Take a ride on a merry-go-round and show off your real face.

Smile gleefully with everyone else and be genuine.

Yours truly.

I dare you. To take off your mask.