The Promise Behind the Mask 🎭

Behind the mask, I can hide, A quiet barrier, firmly tied. I fashion smiles from practiced grace, To guard the shadows of this place.

I try to run from the pain I feel within, A hollow echo where sorrows spin. But miles I travel, fast or slow, The heart's own aching will still grow.

Yet, there's a whisper when the darkness ends, A thread of hope that fate extends: Each day I'm alive is the chance to begin again.

To shed the sorrow, break the chain, To mend the fissures, seek the light, And step out fearless into sight.