If only i could find a way
To help me cope throughout the day
Without my mask for all to see
The ugliness bestowed on me
These eyes that i have grown to hate
This face i'd gladly mutilate
So god himself won't recognize
My mask, my face, my true disguise
Yet under cover, my facade
Of skin and bone this mess is made
The mask itself protecting me
From those that wish to see
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