My Disguise
My disguise is worn by many.
"But you wear it so well,
How could I tell?"
The whole facade doesn't benefit me any.
"But how is this true?
It's so perfect for you."
It doesn't fit; I'm holding it together at the seams.
"But how can that be?
Surely I'd see."
You possibly aren't looking close enough.
"I'm as close as I can get,
I see the mask but it's firmly set."
My mask is seen by few.
"Why hide from me?
I can already see..."
My mask is that of a brave face, and it's getting so hard to wear.
The End
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