The Mask


Every morning of every day,
I put on a mask to hide myself away.
I wear a mask to hide my face,
To keep others from seeing what's underneath.
All the things which weigh me down,
Things which force my face to frown.
The mask shows the person I wish to be,
Someone who can be happy and carefree.
But eventually, even the mask cannot hide what lurks below.
Even the mask begins to show,
The things inside which I already know...
It is dangerous for people to see,
The person I've hidden inside of me.
Soon the mask begins to fade.
It dissipates and melts away.
Another mask must be made:
Another version of me,
Someone to become,
Someone to strive to be,
To hide the darkest parts of me,
That even I am too afraid to see.

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