Hidden behind a pen and paper
Is where I live
Writing a writer’s tale,story or dream
Living in a mask
No one can see behind that mask
But throughout the words I right
Hidden behind a pen and paper
Shadows fall
As my day is spent in this paper and pen
Till night fall
Shadows filling the room
From the street lights in the streets outside the room where I am
Living behind the mask I wear
Not a mask anyone would see
Not one you’d recognize
For the masks I wear are still me
A masked villain of many words
That’s who I am
