I have always found safety in "putting on a mask",
hiding myself I avoided vulnerable exposure.
Every once and a while I'd find that mask had become stuck.
Glued to my face and personality, and I would question who I was.
"Is this the real me or the pretend me?"
Perplexed by which one I could be.
Finally, one day, the mask just popped off;
I was to tired to fight myself,
That mask wouldn't fool anybody or me, anymore.
Anyone who saw me could recognized my struggle,
But I was proud of what I had overcome.
I now encourage anyone who has hidden behind a mask,
Join me in freedom of feeling again, being yourself again.
I was embarrassed by myself, burdened myself with worry.
Looking back I find that I have always had glory.