Does showing myself have to bring me so much pain?
I love acting but must I play another role?
With confusion I hid my undesired face under a mask
Teaching myself to remain neutral
To shut up when I wished to speak!
To sit when I wanted to go crazy like the rest!
Having lived a masquerade so long
I'm frightened of myself
When no ones watching I like to take it off
Being me feels great!
Putting it on again reopens the wounds
But, I noticed cracks appearing
Chipped marks and if you look closely
You can see me too!