The mask I wear

I wear a mask, to hate and love
It is a mask that doesn’t take off.
Being afraid, fearing, but willing to a face unknown;
Long felt inadequacies make my defenses strong.

When I feel my face beautiful, appears a mask,
My protective, ever-varying and ever-concealing mask.
Dwells the real me beneath in confusion and fear,
Lonely moments of sad, moistened with tear ,

A panic weakness of me and my frightened mind-
That’s why I frantically create my masks to hide behind.
I wear the mask that tells both truths to lies,
It hides my emotion and shades my eyes,

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But within heart a silent flame ablaze me
History repeated itself as it is her story to me
This debt me paying to human guile;
So that with torn and bleeding heart I can smile.

My mask laughs and smiles, hiding my silly cry
Sometime respond none cease to dry
With my masked face, I am playing my assigned role

Strength unknowingly insist me to achieve my goal.

Sometimes I think, why should the world be over-wise?
Coming over the hazards when new day arise?
Let the world see me with mask, let dreams be otherwise,
I love my mask when counting all my tears and sighs.