We all hide, you know
We hide our wounds
So no ones sees

We all wear a mask, you know
And I'm about to take mine off
They tend to crack and sometimes even hurt

It's scary how one can be so naked,
Yet still be wearing clothes
But it's comforting to think
Maybe someone out there doesn't mind all your faults

Maybe I should have a shield
Just in case others don't understand
It might get heavy though,
When I have no pockets
Just these hands

But then, a shield isn't very different from a mask, is it?