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…


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