A mask

No you may not look into my eyes

What shame lies within this dying soul

Covered by living flesh resides a hope slowly perishing

Fear

Should I let you unveil me

 Should I release to you the confessions I grip

Surely in disgust you would flee

Taking with you my dignity

My fear whispers your love lies conditional to the lying smile on my face

Insecurity has bred a master of disguise

Secrets well kept for the safety of my fragile heart

I long to trust

Please fight my fear 

I am desperate for you to remove this mask

Take my hand

Lead me to freedom from my own transgressions

Love me though I am most undeserving

Unconditional your acceptance relative to my honesty

Demolish this wall and rebuild with me

I long to trust you

And so I shall

My mask belongs to you