My heart covered

My hands curled in my hair

I dare you to ask again

I shake with the knowing, the fear of it, the stack of truth leaning to so far over my head

My eyes closed and wet

I cannot deny that my mask will fall and I will fail

It is neither weakness nor strength to me

It is only the guilt of the game that presses me up against the wall of my mind

My masquerade is paper thin and I fear for those who wish to pull the corners back