
You say,
You say so many things,
So many things that scare me,
So many things that excite me.
How dare you suggest,
How dare you suggest I remove my mask.
I've lived my life this way.
Hidden, safe, detached.
Behind this mask I am:
Protected from the pain;
Protected from the sorrow.
You say I don't need my mask.
That it reduces me to embers.
That my fire will go out.
You don't know me!
How can you tell me what to do!?!
What if I'm hideous?
What if I'm gross?
What if I'm not good enough?
I'm scared.
I hold back the tears.
A rage fills me.
I don't know what to do.
How can you do this to me?
How can you see past my mask?
I don't like this feeling.
I don't like being seen.
It scares me.
No, it terrifies me.
I'm fine.
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone!
LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
I'm fine.
But,
I'm not fine.
My whole body trembles from the force it takes to contain my grief.
The little boy inside screams to get out.
He bellows with all of his might:
You're safe.
You're free.
You can walk away.
I stand up to look in the mirror.
And,
Instead of dead, lifeless features,
I can see the fresh animation of my complexion.Â
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