Ying: I think this poem goes for more than one person in Jak2 but you decide on who the first person is.

My mask

When I take off the mask

Does it truly come off?

Or do people still it as me

Whether how much

I want to get rid of it

It sticks with me

Never leaving only staying

I am I forever doomed

To live with the mask

In this forsaken city

The people fear my mask

Not knowing the person

Who wears this mask.

The one that yearns to be free

So does it ever truly come off?

Ying: thankies for readin' my poem! Please review!