Masked Reality

Running through the dark,
Down the dimly lit path,
Stumbling and scrambling along.
Searching for something,
Somewhere to hide,
Finding nothing.



The dark figure chasing me,
Gaining slowly.
There is nowhere to go,
Nowhere to hide.
Nothing and no one to protect me.



The large stone wall looms ahead,
Sinister and eerie in what little light there is.
I am trapped,
Doomed to whatever punishment this figure chooses.
Slowly it descends upon me,
Closing in.



I see the face,
The face beneath the hooded cloak.
I am shocked by its familiarity,
For I look at this face everywhere I go.
Whenever I look into a puddle,
Look into a mirror.



I gaze into my own face,
There is just something not quite right.
Something about it is wrong.
Is it a reflection,
Is this what I have become.

Maybe it is simply a mask,
Made to mimic me.
Maybe I am the mask,
And this is the reality.
Maybe it is merely here to show me.
To teach me to stop hiding behind a mask.
Am I hiding behind a mask,
And never realized it until now.

Running through the dark,
Down the dimly lit path,
Stumbling and scrambling along.
Searching for something,
Finding nothing.