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My Mask (Masquerade)

When I wake up in the morning
And rise to face the day,
I take a breath,
Grab my mask,
And brush the tears away.

My mask I wear from day to day,
To hide who I really am.
To hide from scorn
And ridicule;
A weak and injured lamb.

I hope one day to leave the house
Without this beautiful masquerade:
To be free to be
The person I am
And drop this whole charade.

Deep down, in the bottom of my soul,
I know this can’t be true.
Escaping my self-
Inflicted pain
Is something I will never do.



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