I wear a mask, for I am not always the same
Happy, sad, mad which should I claim?
You might advocate or call it a lie
But when in pain I try and hide my cry
Behind this mask there is a real me
But this real skin rarely will you see
Occasionaly you might brake though my wall
Open arms be ready for this emotional downfall
I wear a mask for everyone to see
Would you like to know the real me?
Sorry this post is so late, i accidentally emailed this insted of posted it.
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