This facade I display could not be less me.

I pray to find people that don't simply agree.

I hate the feeling of having to hide them,

Lest other begin to condemn.

To make a new life is all I desire;

From all these masks I want to retire.

Bring those that truly know and no other.

Of those that fit a mold I do not want to be another.

There is no doubt to myself I will be true.

But beside me, will there be you?