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The Mask I Wear

Mask
I wear one,
But not in
a play
but walking down
Hallways,
Sitting at my desk
perhaps, even while
having a laugh
Never showing my true
Face

This facade,
What good is it?
Am I really
that scared of
who I truly, am?
Is my true self
really this much
a, secret? And if
this secret were
revealed, could I
Face it?

Although,
I have been know
to raise my mask
now and again,
Only to lower it
a few moments
Later
Trying to stop
the truth from
slipping out





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