Convert.

So I'm guessing I should probably start writing everything in english. Forgive all typos and misspellings!
Today I'm disagreeing with myself on wether I should post an old poem or try to write a new one. My old ones are..bad, if I can say so.
Meh, screw it. I'll post one of the first ones I wrote.
Keep in mind though, this one isn't really that good. It bases on the metaforic mask we all wear to hide our true self from the rest of the society. I mean, it's an old metafor.
Tell me what you think.

This play is amusing
This play makes me laugh
This play first seemed sad
But this plays' not bad
It's a masquerade, we can partake
Masked and dressed, new lies we make
Society made this awesome trend
But that was until, my dearest friend
Decided that she, refused to pretend
That descition, became the end
Society ate her alive

This play was amusing
This play made me laugh
This play became sad
We ought to feel bad
For now a mask lies cracked on the floor
And a lonely soul was pushed out the door
How can this be? It must be a dream
I see in your eyes we all want to scream
I follow you out but only to find
The scraps of the dress that you left behind
I wait for you to come trough that door
Only to find your cracked mask on the floor
I wish I knew the person behind
The mask we all once in a while will find
Society eats us all alive


I guess you can see what I was hitting with this.
Anyways, tell me what you think!
Until next time.