Look to the front.

smhhh

This is my cry. 

Out to you all..

I've warned you about the past,

about the things inside it masks.

You opened the door to a place you should have not come. 

for in that door is happiness you'll never feel. 

The door has encrypted "past" In the front, 

and the key you hold by accident. 

I've said don't go in without reassurance. 

because within, you'll need great endurance. 

But you opened and walked in, 

weak and ill. 

And i watched from behind, shaking head and still. 

and i watched your face cripple in pain and anger 

as the pictures and memories and things you never felt

were right in front of your eyes .

With the beautiful women, that you saw masked behind. 

Their laughter and happiness with the mad that you reside.

yet I know them all to well, for they have masks on their faces.

ones you cannot see, but ones i have. 

Their beauty to me is horrifying, 

and yet for you you seek jealousy.

yet you don't know that you're jealous of a doll. 

fake plastic dolls. 

like a book reading another, 

but cannot read itself, 

loathes in the beauty, 

yet cannot see it's own. 

And yet i told you so,

but your ears seem to fail me. 

For how much we scream for your beauty, 

in hate and low self esteem,

...you leave.