Who is this?

This isn't you.

I know you.

I know you're heart.

This mask,

This wall you've built up

It's not you.

I've seen you.

Your heart.

The good inside you.

Your mask is painted dark.




Like night.

It's easy to hide in the night.

Darkness is a good cover.

But light:

I've seen your light.

I know your light.

Your mask can't fool me.

But I can see it-

Every day pulled tighter and tighter against your face.

What happens when you forget what's underneath?

The End

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