It's Not My Mask

It’s not a mask

Or a disguise

It’s not a shroud of smoke I use to conceal my true form

Although I am a monster, sometimes

I can be that harmless little bunny that you’re surprised to see

Behind the threatening, shaking, shrubbery.

I’m the swift and fearless trapeze artist… and the scared elephant

Stomping around being forced to wear a silly costume.

I’m the ear Van Gogh chopped off,

I am what made The Scream howl…

More so I’m the bunny.


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