The Iron Mask

I am trapped under this mask

The Iron Mask as they call it

It's so heavy on my face and visible to see

How come they can't see it too?

I want to take it off to show them my face

The true me as it is called

Yet it can't happen because it is stuck

I want it off as I scream over and over again

Putting my hands around it and pulling it from my face

It hurts so much having this on

They can't even see the tears rolling down my cheecks

This is a curse

A curse for me

I want the mask off 

So I can be free

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