• I can't take it anymore. I'm frustrated, angered, more then simply annoyed. My mask hides my emotions, but my heart is not of stone. I feel everything, hatred, love, disdain, admiration, loathing...utter loathing. Every moment my eyes are open, every morning I wake from my slumber, my heart grows heavy. I don't want to step out of my room. I don't want to face anyone, for i KNOW what they are thinking, what they feel. They take every ounce of negativity out on me...i experience first hand, the fire they spew. I burn, but do not crumble. They need me more then they know.

    I am a dragon, I am fierce, I am a solitary being. One soul, one heart, one mind. Facing a world to protect the ones i love against others, and themselves. I can't take it, but I dare not falter. Stressed, neglected, i want to scream. No one will hear me, no one will care. My mask is beginning to crack, but you won't be able to see my true nature. I hide it from even myself. I know what I am capable of. How amorous and loving i can be, almost to the point of obsession. I stay behind my mask, that is now growing more and more fragile everyday. I know how vicious i can be, deadly, dangerous. With both words and fists. I curb my self, my anger.

    But my mask...is splitting. I have no glue, nothing to hold it together. I may erupt and start with a newer, less civilized mask. Or I may break down, fall apart as my mask will do at any time now. I pray that no one close to my heart is by my side when i break. I've stood alone and will continue doing so.

    It's a mask of solitude that I've worn for years. Only now does its flaws show, as a fierce tear down the middle. I will stand, I will live, I will dine in heaven when my time is up. As for now, I still have a heart the beats, painfully. A mind, not yet broken. And a body, braving the emotional scars of loved ones. My mask is not broken, merely fractured. I can't take it, but i will endure it.