The Mask

The Mask

My legs are too short.

My hair's not long enough.

I never made homecoming court.

Should you judge me by this stuff?

Is it too much to ask,

That you see inside my heart?

Can you tell I'm hiding behind a mask?

That I have been from the start?

If you get to know the real me,

You will see that I'm a friend.

Someone who will always be

True blue 'til the end.

Can I ever be the real me?

Do I have to put everything inside?

Will I ever let you see,

The me I try to hide?

Love me for me.

That is all that I ask.

Maybe then I will let you see

The me behind the mask.

Elizabeth Seibel – October 2000