Your Mask

The pretty parts are great
and the masks you wear
to face the public are amazing,
but I'm not here to just see you
as the person you use to hide yourself in.

I'm here to find the you that hides.
I'm here through your ups and downs,
through your meltdowns and family pain,
through your I-wish-I-were-dead days.

I'm here to see the beauty in your flaws
and all the perfections in your imperfections.

Open up and let me help shoulder your sorrow.
You can trust I won't leave after,
for I'm not one for goodbyes.

The pretty parts may be just that-pretty,
but nothing compares to the amazing person
the real you is.

I love you,
not the mask you wear,
the real you.