Mask
My mask is on
Almost all the time,
To hide the face
That is truly mine.
There are few I trust
To see the real me,
For if you knew
You wouldn’t want to see.
I have a strange sickness
That few know about,
A disorder that’s alive
And feeds off my doubt.
It’s a horrible disease
You can ever dread to gain,
For not a day goes by
That it doesn’t cause me pain.
It lives in my heart
Soul and mind,
Throughout my whole body
Where anyone can find.
For what my body craves
Is not normal or right,
Where every day’s a struggle
Just to hold on tight.
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