Poetry

Behind the Mask

M.A.D. Works

For years and years not only did I wear a mask, 

I wore a costume. Never showing my true self, 

Afraid to be judged. As time went by, 

The costume became who I am, 

But in my heart, I knew I wasn’t being true. 

Trying to break free from the mask and the costume. 

MAD 11/3/24

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