Mask of Lies
I'm so tired of wearing this silly human mask,
it's so hot under this heavy mask, that I can't even breathe.
I've been wearing it so long that this mask now wears on me.
The pain is starting to show, and I don't know how much longer I can last.

I will soon be leaving this place.
I will go somewhere far far away.
I will change my name and my home.
I will change everything except my troubled face.

For so long I've told all of these lies,
one more would not make much difference.
In a way I would just be consolidating them all.
Noone will know, not even when they look deep into my eyes.

But what if the mask never goes away,
stuck to my face for the rest of my natural life?
What if John Drydin refuses to come out of hiding?
When I look through my life, will I decide that it's worth it to stay? 

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