Look Behind the Mask


Yes, I wear a mask, who doesn't?

Mine changes from day to day though.

Samedays it's purple and somedays it's black.

Puple for the days when no one sees me, 

When I can be me and express myself.

Black is for the days that I am seen by all,

When my actions are judged and my appearance critiqued.

I wear my mask to please those around me.

I just wish they would look behind the mask,

And love the real me too.


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