What is it you want from me
When you hide who you really are?
Pretending to be the thing you are not
And deep inside you are held in knots
I wonder when I look at you
Why you do the things you do
As I look at this side of you
It makes me cringe when I think of you
The veil drops off and behind the mask
I clearly see what you always do
Now is time for me to shut it down
I have had enough, so I will let the words flow
MARYANN BOSAH 