**Wearing this weapon is my skill In world of play the thing I love to deal Each day in my face appears what I feel Associating with life, self is what it conceal** **Sometimes I wear the emotion of weary Sometimes I got the face of being empty Sometimes I got the face of world's massiveness which I carry But sometimes, I wear the mask which tells my hidden story** **So if you are in sudden pain and ill In entire that knocks you and haul you into word of "kill" Mask is in our soul that outside world is our pill Giving faces of which emotion appear to feel**