I sometimes think I need a veil – a veil that is morphed to look exactly like my face,
And lemme tell you why –
I wouldn’t want to show you every tiny miniscule of the hundred thousand thoughts a scatterbrain thinks,
Or every flicker of emotion that reverberates through my soul,
I wouldn’t want you to read my mind watching the expressions that freeze on every tiny muscle in my face,
I wouldn’t want you to sense my inner turmoil, my thirst, my heartbreaks, my disappointments,
I wouldn’t want you to see my unshed tears, my annoyance, my anger, my vulnerability –
I wouldn’t want you to know, that I yearn for a mask – to masquerade my way into this show of reality.