Everyday I wear a mask . . .

A mask of strength, of support
It is a costume
A costume for a role
A role behind which I hide
I hide my heart away
And with it, who I truly am
I am weak
I do not represent stability
I am afraid
Afraid of being left
Afraid of being hurt
Afraid of losing what is dearest to me
It is the fear that is the builder
The fear has built a wall around my heart
The costume
The mask
I searched for someone
One who could tear the wall down
One who could relieve me of this mask
And they came
Some strong
Some persistent
And I pushed them all away
One by one
Until none remained
How can I find one
And keep one
One to be my support
My strength
One that will be stronger than the fear
One so that I am not alone
Alone is what I feel
Alone is what I am
Alone is what I will forever be
And so I hide my heart
Hidden behind a role
A role for which there is a costume

. . . Everyday I wear a mask.

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