I must do the most dreaded task
I must do this for my mind
I am removing my imbedded mask
That would hide behind my eyes

Coming clean from my sins
For now I can see
The color is stripped from my skin
At the shear thought of she

Underneath my mask was insecurities
The type of despair that would sting
It is my own actions that worried me
I refused to let them win

Merely I am but a house with a fresh coat of paint
For when you remove the molded walls
The air you breathe is safe

Almost as if...
When your third eye calls
You remember you are a Saint