I am begging you not to do it, foul stranger.
Don’t tug that loose string and forget the danger. 
Don’t wrap it around your finger and twist,
Or you’ll watch as I unwind and cease to exist,
See me as I fade away as if I were just a dream,
Look as black begins to seep from every ripped seam. 

You’re unraveling me, brutal stranger.
You are my deadly salvation and changer,
The depths of all I am are being released,
Not a soul would not think I was diseased,
But my reflection never looked more familiar at least.

Thank you for your help, mighty stranger.
My heart is now free and without anger,
I can now be seen without any dread.
My shell of falsity can finally be shed.

Good stranger, oh look how I shine!
But why do all others see me and shy away?
Am I not enough for anyone to wish to be mine?

Confusing stranger, please give me back my strings,
The world looks at me as if I am a bird without wings.

Oh stranger, reweave my mask for I am alone now without it.