I am usually socially awkward,
the mask makes me look handsomely forward.
I love to draw with my friend,
the mask makes my friendships end.
My words will the doves fly,
the mask make you question me: why?
I will hug you and make your tear dry,
the mask would say," At least I tried."
I lay confused, not knowing who I hould be,
a nerd, with love and potential.
Or be this easily accepted, fool who runs with ignorance as a torrential.
I wonder, you fly on me as if superman were;
but if I'm broken are you still there?
You pull me aside and ask," what do you have to say?"
"If I known you better, I wouldn't act this way,
therefore, I regret putting on this mask today."