Mask
What is behind the mask?
To answer this question is no easy task
take away my fancy clothes and pristine makeup
and I am nothing
Without these I have no attention in which I can bask
You don't want the real me, the vulnerable me, the exposed me
So why do you even ask?
What you see is not what lies underneath
The mask is my armor, my protection
A dark, lonely, soul is what lies beneath
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