The Mask That Hides
I wear the mask that hides my fears,
It hides my weaknesses and dries my tears.
The broken road that lies behind me,
Is paved over with yellow bricks:
Smooth and unwinding.
My pretense is plastered with laughter and grins,
Each day I repaint those over and over again.
The heartbreak and betrayal are pushed to the bottom,
They may be concealed, but they are never forgotten.
My love may be genuine and my friendship sincere,
But being broken leaves a certain level of fear.
The fear of being dragged again down the road that's behind me,
Is tucked safe away behind the mask, where no one can see.
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