Masks

​Like a thief with a plan

I am wearing more masks

And more protected

Even if they fell off

And my thoughts are alarms being thrown
I care, but my heart is so used to being barred, charred and ripped out

Rather than just sitting and being fried by the love people throw at me

I lock my head with a fragile key

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