My Life As The Fool

I wasn’t always a jester you know

In my younger days I was a mere puppeteer

Slowly learning to weave my webs and play in the shadows

No one knew what was to become of me

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Back then I had no mask to wear

My first mask was gained in pain and young love

She became the first puppet on my strings

A glimpse of my mask began to form

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I was naïve to how the darkness and chaos shrouded me

Manipulation became my greatest skill

Soon I began to step out of the shadows and into the world

To perform my puppet show for all to see

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The first half of the mask had formed

To the two worlds I belonged to

My first being my own darkness

The second my stage to shine

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Before I knew it my show was full

My puppets were the stars and gladly played their roles

Little did they know the chaos my webs weaved

For I would be the real star to light the way

To hide my true purpose the first mask was complete