The Crimson Mask

Here behold my solace, here I sit now to write an ode,
This crimson mask I wear, it bleeds, it covers a face to bode,
A warning, a mistake made too soon, lasted too long,
Pleasantries mark a past set in stone, it delivers up wrong.

It was on a certain day, with a certain someone, there was you,
I couldn't notice emotion screaming and telling me what to do.
I was there alone, though I was there with her that hour,
She was mine, I wasn't hers, and you assumed all power.
Not knowing that my mind eluded to my heart to yell,
"Be mine, Be mine, none alas others be so fine."
I came to, as I felt my heart sink in my chest, my spirit fell,
Oh no, you glanced at me while I am holding her hand,
I didn't want to hold her hand but I could barely even stand.

You look at me and pierced this facade, this crimson mask I wear,
Then you looked away and pretended not to even care.
What if I made a mistake, and you were meant to be mine,
Yet I was with this other person, then shouldn't my heart be fine?
Alas this crimson mask cracks and peels, it shatters and falls,
The final hour arrived, and my true destination calls,
I'll turn to the one with me, I'll tell her about the crimson mask,
I'll tell her about the torture that became an incredible task.

I'll let go of the lady's hand and run to you to be freed,
"Hold me, Hold me!," is what I'll say I'll need.
This moment passes and your still sitting there staring,
Looking lovingly into my eyes yet pretending your not caring.
So I drop the hand the binds mine, and run swiftly to your embrace,
You stopped me as I rushed to you, your hand held a crimson mask,
you said "Take this and wear it, it hurts to see your face."