The girl behind the mask
Is a girl - you say - you’d like to meet
But she’s been watching you
Longer than you’ve been watching me
And I know that face you pull
When the mask begins to slip
And I’ve been playing far too long
To let you see me trip
I can be confident or calm
Self-deprecating or shy
And though you know - it’s not quite right
You still don’t understand, quite why
There’s a girl behind this mask
Who can’t afford to let it slip
I don’t know who she is
I don’t know where she fits
This mask has been my friend
And a jailor too
She helps me toe the line
And muddle my way through
Because the world is not that kind
To a girl without a mask
One a little odd
One a little lost
Still, the girl behind the mask
Is a girl I’d like to meet
So if I let it slip a little
will you help me find my feet?
About the Creator
LilyRose
Corporate cog by day, poet by night. Writing is my happy place. Comments, follows and critiques are always welcome!
Comments (1)
This is so relatable. Love the ending!