Every morning I put on a mask,
I don’t want anyone to see the real me.
I worry how they’d react,
Being deceived for so many years.

Every once in a while,
Someone comes close to seeing me,
How miserable I truly am,
The fear I contain inside.

I worry if they find out
What I truly am,
I’d lose all of them,
All of my hope.

If they knew,
That I was the one
Holding them back,
Making the suffer,
Would they cast me out,
Or are they wearing masks too?

Hmmm…  This isn’t what I wanted it to be… but it’s hard to keep track of a poem that comes to you in the shower…  I really want to write a good poem dealing with masks and stuff, but whenever one comes to me, it’s at a really inconveient time.  So yeah, all I can do is work on it and keep waiting.