Scared and confused in the place where he hides
With demons that abide
By the chaos he creates in his head
Desperate to break free, but afraid to be seen
His mask hiding what he thinks is obscene
Thoughts twisted and contorted
His features distorted
Engulfed beneath thick folds of fear
Eyes panicked and crazed
But held by my gaze
Steadfast, patient and aware
I decipher the farce
Watch him helplessly unmask
In the beam of my penetrating stare
And I'm left dazzled and breathless
By his vulnerable nakedness
And the beauty of the soul I see there
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