The Mask

A Mask Is All Anyone Needs

Suffering in your skin 

Wallowing in your sin 

Living behind a grin 

So far gone 

Simply a mask for what is real 

So no one knows what you actually feel 

But what if they wanted the mask to peel 

And it will dawn on them 

Will they look at you a monster just for wanting to hide? 
Will they wonder if it was because of your immense pride? 

The more questions they ask, the more you will die on the inside 

And to the shadows you will likely condemn 

Author's Note

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