Mask
I wear a mask,
So those about won't see.
I shelter my thoughts,
And tongue often still.
Not all things exist,
Exactly as I'd have them be.
I search mind's obscure corners,
To escape life's drill.
Why does anxiety,
Induce neck hair to stand.
While detached,
I contemplate this state of despair.
For which, responsibility,
Invariably takes leisure at my hand.
No one takes sight, save God,
Beyond this mask I wear.
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