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.