MASK
It's a mask I wear each day,
I take it off when night's in sight,
then put it back on with the dawn,
as morning breaks with light.
Not sure what to say,
I stay quiet, wanting to shout,
many don't see my struggles,
they think I've chosen to shut out.
When I talk, I glance away,
don't worry, it's just my way,
everything can seem so normal,
no labels in this play.
I see you fidgeting now,
nervous hands that twist and twine,
maybe I'll step back a bit
to find some peace of mind.
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