I wear this mask obscuredly, I hide it best I can.
For this mask is clear and transparent, I never did quite plan.
Those around me are maskless, free of this terrible weight.
Unaware of what I do, to appear so plain and great.
It's wrapped around me tightly, it never did will let go.
I worry every day, for others see as foe.
It's clear and yet I feel it, gripped and snagged in place.
Others see nothing and think it's fine, but that's hardly the case.
I see others wear this mask, they're tortured day in and out.
I know it will come out eventually, and all I do is shout.
And then the day came. My mask was finally seen.
My mask was vivid and clear, with the most blinding sheen.
I wear this mask visibly, I show it best I can.
For this mask is bright and cheerful, I never did quite plan.