Everytime I see you

You have this covering

Like how paint covers the canvous

I try and try

But for some reason

Your paint won't come off

It's like a mask

That you hide behind

So that no one

Could hurt you anymore

Could know the real you

This covering is thick

To even chip away at

But everytime someone almost

Gets to the real you

You cover back up

Even thicker than before

When are you going

To shed this mask of yours?

When am I going to see

The real, uncovered you?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i really dont remember y i wrote this but whatever. written 03-14-03

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