Behind the mask
Who am I behind this mask?
Oh how you wonder and ask,
I am no one I reply
and I always try to deny
who I am inside.
so, as you have poked and pried
I begin to question
whether or not to be done
and to show who I really am inside
So, I show myself and take the comments in stride
knowing that no one can say I've lied.
So I stand tall and smile
knowing that my trueself is worthwhile.
That hiding behind my mask is worthless
for to me my true self is flawless.
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