Beneath the mask.

Always trapped within the creases of thoughts.
We dig in to release the tension in which it's caught.
Try pryin open the mind to flush it away.
Yet for some reason it jus decides to stay.
Like a hair tweezers can't grip, it's there.
Plugged in to the memory banks that stare.
A thorn pokin at the pain that aches.
Wedged tightly n safe from ever bein misplaced.
On display to relive n remember the unhealed sore.
As the reel spins the emotional wheel worn.
On a wibblin pivot shakin the ride uncomfortably harsh.
Makin time in the tomb so dark n so very hard.
The burden presses on the vision into a blur.
As it's stuck in the sweet spot wantin to be heard.
Visions come thru in daydreams stallin life.
N the reaction to its presence one can not hide.
It's a weight carried mentally that confuses reality.
Cuz there was no excuse to walk thru me.
Leavin a single spike lodged with ur scent.
The head leans to the side as if worth is spent.
Beneath the mask many things vary.

N comin away in one piece depends on how far down ur buried.