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Masked


Look at me behind my mask Look and see who I really am If looking could be made more than a task You’d see the mask was all a sham I built a wall and so did you We hid across the way And we did all that we could do To keep our eyes at bay My eyes grew tired of looking at walls My arms grew weary of shielding my face I dropped my shield and bared it all I drew society’s gaze Ridicule for who I really was Or for who I was seen to be But if seeing is believing Then I am to them whomever they see If they see another boy If I seem as all the rest Then I’ve become a decoy I have not impressed I’ve allowed for others to be great I’ve sheltered what was unique I have concealed my personal fate I have refrained to speak But if I speak with words anew And change the way I act Perhaps I’ll alter society’s view And break society’s pact I’ll be different than the rest I’ll tell the truth to you I will fail society’s test And maybe society will follow suit It’s time to change reality It’s time to shake the sham It’s time to stop being who I’m supposed to be And start being who I am
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