I wish I was a social butterfly

but there is a WAR rumbling inside me

My lyrical, crystal clear SCREAM echoing through the darkness

I don’t know what to do

Terrified to go outside

My ROAR can be heard only in the safety of my room

Only in the comfort of my bed can I feel secure

I put on my mask and step out into the vast, scary world

My mask has a smile, yet sometimes-- it’s dark

Sometimes, my mask has tears

And sometimes, my mask is useless

As I’m in too much pain to use it

It seems everyone CONSPIRING against me

Yet I feel I’ll be ok

There is a certain grace that guides bravery