Mask

Is it the fear and fury

The rage roiling within.

Is it the judgment with no jury,

Or the slander of sin.

 

What causes these fitful nights

Fear making me see red?

I crave blood fights

And it’s nothing that’s been said.

 

So I wear my mask.

Hide from the world

And no one will ask

If I’m a normal girl.

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