Masks
The masks I wear
I didn't pick them out
Like the dream that
Now makes sense
You painted it on
I thought in love
But only in lust
So now you're gone
And it's just me and
My masks to
Hide this pain
I am wrong
But it's all I know
Someone tell me
How to heal
How to smile
But most of all
How to mean it
How to show
What I feel
How to
Be happy
For real.
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