My Mask is Kindness, Beauty.
He has, is, gives me all of the "Hey you, Do!, Go!, Grab it! NOW"
He believes in Me.
He represents Me.
He wraps weak lil' Me
and protects all of my softness.
But we, I, want us, him, Gone.
Pain is calling, coming, and I WILL
wait naked, I Will
scream in utter agony with all of
my tears running down my cheeks.
I will and do suffer but in his absence
I will be FREE,