Masked by Others, not Myself.

               It's through another's eyes, revealed by their honest words

               In which I realize, my mind is on its own.


               My morals are shoved aside.


               Yet black turns to white in minds of many happy seeming.

               Attacking my beliefs with such genuine genorisity.


              Are they lost, or has truth as I know it been false.


              Not My fault, Not My fault.


              The words are worthless

              And not of me.


              For I believe I hold truth in doing good and loving you.


              This means as well that I will leave

              Tare this mask away from me


              Come back when I am ready

              Be my soul one steady



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