The Mask
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I write to express what can't be said aloud
You see, to explain myself is quite a task
For I fear the future of not being proud
So again I put on the mask
This mask is simple yet draws a crowd
A crowd of question and doubt
But when I look deeper I realize the mask is really just myself
When I write it all comes out
And suddenly my world makes perfect sense
Until another cloud of qualm appears
And again everything becomes tense
So on goes the mask,
And out comes the pen
And I write until I can find myself again