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I've hid myself for too long.
I just can't seem to stay strong.

How can it be that I feel more free with a mask than without.
My life feels like water disappearing in a drought.

Like a stray cat I roam through the night.
Trying to rid myself of my frights.

I dare not get close to the ones I care for.
Since they all seem to leave me sore.

When I finally felt what it was like to feel joy.
It slipped out of my grasp like in the hands of a young boy.

Look at the windows, all clear and petite.
Yet that one distant window, all stained and cracked, is where you'll see me.

I look through the other windows filled with warmth and care.
Only to look back at my broken window and the pain I have to bear.

So I am thankful for this mask that I am blessed to wear.
Because without it I still have to hide that I care.