My Mask Poem by T'Asia McCain

My Mask



I panic at the thought of my fear being exposed

Thats why i franticly create a mask in wich i can hide

I despise the need to hide

Or to play phony games

Certain things i do as horrid as it may be

Are just my way to cover up

What I feel inside

But Evil feels nothing

So I shall continue to hide

untill I find comfort in me

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