Some say masks are to cover up our faces when we get sick,
But that's not all they are for.
They're to help cover our skin, that's become so thick,
From all the hatred and violence we have endured before.
You never know,
What will happen next.
You never know when our minds will blow,
Or get a suicidal text.
It's important that you be there for us,
In the darkest of times.
People have turned our souls into rust,
But we can't say anything, and we have to say we are fine.
It's hard to keep it to myself, and just let it be,
Because my mind is circling the drain.
You took what's left of me, and stole my identity,
But we're forced to wear these masks, to hide the pain.