The Mask

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The Mask

The mask I wear is just an illusion
I put on with haste to cause you confusion
I hide be hind it all my shame
when I look through it you cant see my pain
the mask I wear is sureal
for with my true self you could not deal
the demons it hides deep within
those unholy creatures are my darkest sins

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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