I always wear a mask
Almost no one knows
My real face rarely seen
My real smile not shown
Behind the mask I hide
My feelings and my care
Never wanting to show
How my soft heart dares
To love those it meets
Even for a few hours
Meetings so very brief
But warmth was ours
Why am I afraid
To show my true colours
Do I still shy from the
Judging gaze of others
Do I think they’ll laugh
When they see I care
If they see me standing
My soft heart beating there
So my mask remains
To hide the love and pain
Showing a calm face
No emotion to embrace
If I face the light
Show my very own skin
Will they really see me
And love the one within?
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