The Masks I Wear

Layer 1

I am quite,

I am meek,

I am smart,

I am shy. 

That is the mask I wear.

Layer 2

I am quirky,

I am fun,

I am sponatneous,

I am loyal.

Only a few see this.

Layer 3

I am tortured.

I am dying.

I am wanting to die.

I am alone.

No one sees this.

I want help.

I want healing.

But I wear too deep of masks.

No one can help.

I have remove them myself.

But if I ask for help, will you?

Please?

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