The Mask
All you see is a mask
But can you really say
That what you see is who I really am?
You see what I want to show
There's a lot you don't know
about the girl you have class with everyday
I'm quiet, awkward and shy when you meet me
So when you get the chance to see:
The loud me
The funny me
The me that laughs at jokes that aren't even funny
The Me that shines when I'm not hiding
Under a facade
The me that doesn't have anything to hide
Feel special
Because it's rare when I am truly me
with no mask to hide under.
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