The Mask

We all hide something,
not wanting it to be seen.
To be judged, or hurt.
We may break,
but who will know?
If your hidden
behind a mask,
we feel protected.
From what though?
Pain? Hurt? Fear?
Its all unclear.
They will happen,
there is nothing you can do.
The mask wont last for long.
What will you do,
once it's gone?
There is no where to run,
no where to hide.

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