A MASK
As I sit and people stare,
Do they see – or even care?
Behind my mask – my thoughts do race,
Not revealed by my cold stone face.
With a mask a hero is made,
Unknown identity – the price he’s paid.
Only he knows his pain,
Time like this – he feels insane.
Does anyone know the real me?
Or is my existence a mystery?
Years of guarding and hiding of heart,
Never knowing what caused the start.
Now he hurts and needs to cry,
But all he can muster is a sigh.
Dejected and left all alone,
His mask in place – no emotion shown.
-TG
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