My Mask
In public, I wear a mask to hide
The stress I hold deep down inside
My soul, I feel, is a worn-out one So, I camouflage that side of me
And to a face that's much more fun
When the truth is I'm worn out with emotional pain
But what's there to gain
From revealing that sad, vulnerable side
Thus, the face I bare alone is the one I hide
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