This Mask Is Me

My mask is confident,
My mask shows no fear.
My mask is elegant,
Laced with power and debonair.
It is an enchanting facade,
That hides the truth.
My mask can be a shield,
In my time of need.
A strong barrier between my mind and space,
Protection I hold with a warm embrace.

Under the mask is a dark place to be,
Filled with worry and dread the light never sees.
Behind this mask is a cold war-zone.
A civil war that I fight alone.
My mind is a turbulent place,
It is never easy to face.
The Me behind the mask is nothing like you see,
I am weak, broken as can be.
This mask keeps me together.
This mask is Me.

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