That mask you’re wearing is slipping.
The sheen of fear on your cheeks leaves you gripping
Tightly to it, trying to keep it there in place
And not reveal what’s behind it – your true face.
What are you so afraid of?
It’s not like you believe in anything above
That will smite you down for your sins.
No. You just don’t want people to see what’s within.
To show you’re just as fragile as the rest
Of us. You love, you fear, but keep it to your chest
Only revealing your inner thoughts to very select few.
And even then, even they have questions long overdue
Answering. It’s paralysing, letting someone in,
How do you choose who to trust, or where to begin?
I’m not the one to ask,
Clutching tightly at my own lurching mask…