The mask I wear each day

Causes my personality

To wander and stray.

And, though it's my responsibility

To keep this mask at bay,

Each day, it starts slowly,

Slipping away.

And, just when it seems as if...

I could somehow be normal...

natural...

unafraid.

I lose my balance...

Stumble and fall...

Return to the midst of it all.

My akward...

Uncontrolable...

Somehow barable life.

It's keeping me down...

It's keeping me up.

It's what makes me so...

It's what makes me...

Mush.




 
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