he wears a mask
upon his life
feather, sparkles, vivid
to hide the broken shards
fractured glass
hidden behind his jokes and humor
a facade always up
a false smile
a cover, beautiful and bright
yet inside, he's soft and scared
afraid to let down
full of color
splashes of red, gold, green
brighter than a rainbow
but wounds sharp and deep
leave scars forever

a/n: we're going to ignore the fact that I wrote that about Keefe Sencen when I was 12...