You live a life of mystery,
why?
Are you afraid to show, your true self?
In school you don’t talk,
and you don’t even dare sit at a lunch table...
with other people.
If you were ever to raise your hand in class,
I might just faint.
You always wear baggy clothes, and not once this year have we seen your hair,
thanks to that black cap.
I swear your trues self,
is behind that mask you wear.
Please take off your mask,
shed your outer layer,
say one word,
let me hear that beautiful
voice I know you own.
Let us all hear,
your true self.
Or are we the ones your hiding from?
Are we the ones not giving you a chance?
Would it help,
if maybe we talked to you?
We want to be your friends.
We honestly do,
we just don’t always know,
what to say.
But maybe,
just maybe,
we all wear masks.
Just some,
thicker then others.
We all have secrets,
we dare not tell.
We all have our own minds just some of us,
don’t always share what we think.
Maybe mystery person,
you have just helped me.
You have just helped me,
discover the hardest mystery ever, the human race.
You taught me we all wear masks.
We all have secrets.
I’ll take off my mask,
if you promise to take off yours.
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