My mask is my shield
the protection I wield.
That protects me from what you say
that has hurt me in every way.
My mask is my weapon,
that I use to defend
my heart, my emotions,
I treat it like a friend.
My mask is my wall
sheltering me from all
cruel things and insults
that make me feel small.
My mask is my well,
where many tears have fell.
Because of the mean things you say
that scorn me every day.
My Mask
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