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40 Year Mask

I first wore my mask at the age of 5

I felt scared and alone but it’s how I survived

Like most I kept things inside

But it was my anger that I had to hide

You see I knew that it made others recognise

That although was I skin and bones

I had to use words to defend my pride

I’m all but a boy with a thin layer

It’s all just a front to prevent my fears

40 years gone and not much has changed

Except now I’m proud of my tears

I was taught to keep myself tough

Although my youth was pretty damn rough

I’d play the blame game and deflect my issues

But a man shouldn’t cry nor use tissues

I couldn’t relate but a boy with a thin layer

It’s just a front to prevent my fears

40 years on and not much has changed

Except now I’m proud of my tears

Nothing rates more than the rarest of commodities

Than the raw truth

of simple plain honesty

No nothing rates more than the rarest of commodities

The raw truth

Of simple plain honesty.