I put on my faith like I wear a disguise.
You can’t see my soul, see the life that I live.
But I show you the mask of the best I can give.
I have hid here, afraid, like a child behind,
the truth of thoughts that clutter my mind.
What if you knew, about all that I do?
The things that I think….
the me that is true?
Would you call me a hypocrite? Call me a liar?
Would you curse out my name?
Would you damn me to fire?
Would you know what to say?
Or would you just walk away,
Afraid the me I’ve tried to hide,
would too closely resemble the truth of you that lies inside?
I’ve been looking for answers since becoming adult,
not looking for dogma to live like a cult.
I've been looking to live, I've been living to find,
freedom from cages that limit my mind.
Would you call me a hypocrite? Call me a liar?
Would you curse out my name?
Would you damn me to fire?
Would you know what to say?
Or would you just walk away,
Afraid the me I’ve tried to hide,
would too closely resemble the truth of you that lies inside?
Will I scare you? Frustrate you? Upset you? Irrate you?
Challenge your lifestyle or weaken your trust?
Or will you see my effort, my passion, sincerity?
Will you see just a little of yourself in me?
Will you take off your mask so we can both be free?
Would you call me a hypocrite? Call me a liar?
Would you curse out my name?
Would you damn me to fire?
Would you know what to say?
Or would you just walk away,
Afraid the me I’ve tried to hide,
would too closely resemble the truth of you that lies?
[Taken from here with slight corrections]
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