The Mask I Wear

After trumpets blared,

And celebrations flared,

I sit in a chair,

Silent in my despair.

The mask I must wear,

And the secret I bear.

With longing, I stare

To breathe that fresh air,

Make the world aware,

Of the secret I bear.

However, I’m scared.

Which is why I don’t dare.

If I were to share,

Relationships would tear.

Brake beyond repair.

Offering me a prayer,

And a questionnaire,

They’d forget I’m their heir.

To avoid their glare,

I pretend to be square,

My feelings impaired,

To live life so unfair,

Hoping to be spared

Being trapped in their lair.

But one day I swear,

To openly declare,

The secret I bear.

As long as you are there,

With that love so rare,

My heart caught in a snare.

Blessed in our affair

Your words are full of care,

Nothing can compare,

To your hands in my hair.

My secret laid bare,

Remove the mask I wear.