My mask

I walk in my mask of black and white,

mainly because I haven't blended my own colors right.

I hide in the day, but I feel free at night.

All these colors that I show, wishing I could let them go.

These colors arn't me, you're just seeing what you want to see.

So if the rain washed my mask away,

would you still love me? would you stay?

Or would you be as shallow as the puddles, turn, and runaway?

I want to show you who I am, but this mask is getting tighter.

But I swear these colors aren't me,

if I remember mine are brighter.