On a roll! Yet another poem!

Mask

Every morning waking up, putting on my face.

Fresh, new, beautiful, not a flaw in place.

Only relies on a steady hand.

Business? Fine.

Party? No problem.

Boyfriend? Easy.

Easy to face the challenge life, with my perfect face

To hide behind all day.

"Stand against our twisted world!

I'm not ashamed of me!"

Every day I change my face,

And proudly say these words.

But why still can't I venture out,

Without my powdered mask?

Why can't I leave my safe house

Simply being me?