The Mask

I cover myself with this mask
so you can't see me
I'm scared that if you see my past
you won't accept me.

For when I expose myself
and when I pull of this mask,
the feedback I get from everyone else
makes me want it back.

When I strip it off to show my true colors
everyone leaves me behind
so I set out a prayer
that someone will like my mind.

I want to show you here
but you may laugh or leave me
thats my biggest fear
and why you can't see.

I can take it off slowly
if you promise to never leave my side.
I want you to see me
but let me keep it so I can still hide.