My Mask

It doesn't peel away, but I can take it off

It makes me feel beautiful

But I can wipe it with a cloth.

Compliments from boys all day

Somehow boosts my confidence, but

It's not me, It's my mask they see

Without it im invisible to them. 

Maybe I just want to be noticed. 

Where's my attention without it? 

But looking at myself and liking what I see

is more important to me.

I love my mask and the feeling I get

while im wearing it.

MakeUp or Make Down?

Doesn't matter to me.

It's My Mask.

And I like what I see. 

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