Safety for Me
I chose to be
in this world of dark and light.
I chose to be
hidden rrom my fears.
What people really see
is the front that I put up
What people really see
is not the real me.
My mask is the key
that keeps me safe
from the hurt of the crashing sea.
No, I am no waif.
I fear the sting of the bee,
the whip of the tree,
the disapponted plea
from those who love me.
I chose to be
hidden from my fears.
My mask is my key,
for it protects me.
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