Faith in Self

What is a mask

But a form obsolete

Broken and scarred

By your weathering feet

In time you would find

That the Void tucked behind

Would soon rear its head

And speak nothing kind

Ugly things shifts your gaze

In its wake forms a craze

A chance to become

Something to amaze

What is a mask

But a chance to deceive

A chance to restructure

What others would perceive

In time you would find

A little Chaos tucked behind

Would devour your will

And leave all others blind

Identity is all that you praise

Self-worth is a phase

Return to the Earth

To your rightful place

None are deserving of faith