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Mask
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Poppet

Mask

Tags: sad, hurt, fear, lonely, mask

This Mask I Wear

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

I put it on when I need safety. It’s there to protect me.

When I feel at my most scared, I put it on, and hide my fears.

The pain I've seen and the pain I've felt overwhelms me.

I can’t undo what I've seen, or even what I've been through.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

I've been lied to, hurt, and even lied too, I can’t do it anymore.

I do what I can to keep myself safe, this mask does this for me.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

No one ever sees this mask, I wear so well.

I put on a fake smile, and a happy attitude.

You know, the one everyone expects me to have.

So, here behind this mask hides my tears of pain.

I scream within the mask, of pain and hurt.

All the while a fake smile plastered on my face.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

I feel myself free of this mask, able to break free, but something happens.

It always does, something happens to bring this mask back.

It adorns my face, to hide the true pain.

The pain people can’t admit too, the ones that are so obvious.

No one ever wants to talk about these pains, these kinds of hurts.

Let’s just put on a mask, and plaster that smile on our faces.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

I’m too scared to open up; I’m too scared to trust.

When I do, and of course I do at times, it is taken from me.

Each person I trust hurts me, each and every one of you.

You promise you won’t, you’ll be different. You lie!

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

I feel the protection of this mask, because of what you did to me.

You can’t pretend to think you didn't have the effect you did on me.

I know you knew what you were doing, when you hurt me.

You brought this mask back. This time it’s all on you.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

One day, I hope to burn this mask.

I want to wash it away, and be rid of it.

That one day may come, and I want to be free of it all.

I want to be free of the pain you put me through, the pain you promised you’d not cause.

My pretty little face wants to be free, she lingers hiding behind the pain of this mask.

She knows one day, if we keep strong, it’ll happen.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

I won’t always live in fear.

I won’t always live in pain.

I won’t always live in terror.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

One day I’ll be brave.

One day I’ll be happy.

One day I’ll be free.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

Without you to hold me back, to force this mask upon my face.

I’ll be free. You just watch me. One day it’ll happen.

That day I want to see YOUR face, and smile, a true smile.

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me.

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