The Mask

Going through the motions of life
Managing to remain truely unseen
Mostly untouched
Hiding behind this mask I wear, these walls I've built
Populating my world with surface people
Those concerned only with externals
Those not needing, wanting anything deeper
Those who require only this plastic nothingness I present
I remain safe, whole, intact
No one to witness my pain, fear, shame
But yet... for all this careful construction,
I long to one day put down my mask
To come outside my walls
Maybe one day
For someone
Maybe
But not yet