
My Mask
It doesn't peel away, but I can take it off
It makes me feel beautiful
But I can wipe it with a cloth.
Compliments from boys all day
Somehow boosts my confidence, but
It's not me, It's my mask they see
Without it im invisible to them.
Maybe I just want to be noticed.
Where's my attention without it?
But looking at myself and liking what I see
is more important to me.
I love my mask and the feeling I get
while im wearing it.
MakeUp or Make Down?
Doesn't matter to me.
It's My Mask.
And I like what I see.
This poem is about:
Me