Hidden

I hide, not from you, not from your' words of hate and dislike, not from your' anger, not from him or her. But from me, I am so internally terrified of what im capable of, I could not imagine what would happen if  I would come out. Come out of this red mask of protection. What would I do, what if you shun me? Why would you shun me? I did no wrong. But in your' eyes, I am all wrong and nothing can change it. So here I am as I implode inside, as my mind dreams up countless possibilities of why. I dont show the real me inside because it is ugly and full pf hatred. but outside I am bubbly and a warm light. So I stay behind this red mask of protection, to hide from myself.

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