Hate me as much
as you can,
open all the
closed room at night
and suddenly
sneak into my soul
to see my ghosts,
the scared soul
sings
that hidden from
the running over,
my crystals,
and inter to the
masks closets
chose whatever
you like
-Starting from
madam Bovary,
To Cinderella,
Or the lemon
merchant-
The mask you will
chose for me
Is me,
the way you see
me Is
So observe me
well
And touch me
It is very
important
To make sure of
my soul feel
And it is more
important
To make sure of
the mask type
You had chosen
for me!
