The Mask I Wear
Every day I put on a mask, one that only I can see.
It shields me from the outside, and keeps my personality close to me.
I develop a skin as hard as scales and chain and lock my heart.
That is to stand up for myself, and keep my friends and I never apart.
I’m classy, I’m sassy, I always seem to be fine,
but now I think the time has come to let my inner self shine.
The inside of my mask is where I like to hide my past,
like a soccer career, for instance, that obviously didn’t last.
A contrast from the outside, I surround myself with activity.
I may feel myself crack at times, but the stress adds to my personality.
In here I store my hobbies that round out my real image,
from cooking to travel, from nature to vinyl, and a love for all things vintage.
And while my personality may not be most interesting by far,
I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets truly are.