The Mask

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I write to express what can't be said aloud 

You see, to explain myself is quite a task

For I fear the future of not being proud 

So again I put on the mask

This mask is simple yet draws a crowd 

A crowd of question and doubt 

But when I look deeper I realize the mask is really just myself 

When I write it all comes out 

And suddenly my world makes perfect sense

Until another cloud of qualm appears

And again everything becomes tense 

So on goes the mask,

And out comes the pen 

And I write until I can find myself again

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