Love is Lonely

Masks

Masks
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No one sees
The real side of me
They only see
The masks I put on
I’ll never let anyone see
The center, the core
Of me
This is where all my secrets lie
My dark, vile secrets
Which I will take
To my grave
Do you have a mask?
To hide
Your most precious
And inner thoughts?
To hide from those
Sneaking and prying eyes?
Sometimes masks…
They eat you
Alive
And they
Devour you
Whole
Because you like being
Someone else
So much
You trade yourself
For that mask
And then another…
And another
Until you don’t know
Which part
Is
The real you
Do you have a mask?
Because I do…
I have many