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This Mask

Pain on the inside, Outside, all I have is my pride. Tears in the dark, But still I must meet my mark. This mask, this wall, Makes me feel so very small. No one can hear my call. This wall, this mask, Is only up to the task Of keeping away all who ask. Why do you not see me? I need someone to set me free. Each day I turn away and hide But for you I’d set my mask aside. This wall, this mask, Cannot keep out those who ask, When they help me to bask. This mask, this wall, Is about to fall. I am going to be my all. 05 March 2020

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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