Once The Mask Is Off
The mask I wear, to hide this pain and fear,
inside I cry, tear after tear.
This guard stays up, day after day,
my face is hidden, as I continue to fade away.
I run, from how I feel,
this suffer within, is all so real.
No one knows, or has a clue,
this loneliness and hurt, sure is true.
Once the mask is off, I am free,
Wow, how wonderful it is to be me!
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