My Mask
My identity is hidden
Behind this mask called depression
It clouds up my view,
Causes me to be mistaken
"Who are you?" the ask
As they pull at that mask
"I cant tell you"
I say, wishing the moment would pass
And so I remain
As people point and complain
"We want to know you, we do"
But so scared, my mask i maintain
Behind this mask called depression
It clouds up my view,
Causes me to be mistaken
"Who are you?" the ask
As they pull at that mask
"I cant tell you"
I say, wishing the moment would pass
And so I remain
As people point and complain
"We want to know you, we do"
But so scared, my mask i maintain
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