In times of trouble and insanity,
I carry masks to disguise
the pain I carry
secure behind my eyes.
I can never let out again
the misery I hide.
To hell with my dignity,
to hell with my pride.
From this day forward,
and forevermore,
I will mount this mask
that will be my lore.
No reaching out when I am weak,
no solace will I seek.
When you look for answers,
when you say your prayers,
all you will see are masks,
and no pain that I bare.
By Joe Dirt
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ᏙᎾᏆᎠ - TW/Avengers
FanfictionStiles is changing. His humour fading, the light in his eyes turning darker with everyday, he was becoming more and more like the dark spirit they just defeated. His friends notice it. His dad notices it. Stiles knew this. But what he didn't know...
