No Mask
I am not frightened around you,
your appearance makes me bolder.
I am not substandard around you,
your words make me stronger.
There is one thing about you though,
that is your mask.
Your mask morphed you into an abhored creature, but I am not fearful.
I had a mask once, do you remember?
You snatched it, crushed it and shaped it onto your face.
And now, I will take the mask and pulverize it until it is gone.
We don't need masks.
We were created like this for a reason, for a purpose, there is no hiding.
Together, we shall overcome our phobia.
Let darkness carry the mask away,
for now our faces shall unveil,
revealing its true purpose.
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