I cannot remove the mask, for it is a part of me. I am afraid to reveal my true self, for you may not like what you see. So I will keep my mask on, but before my true self is gone, I will spill out my soul in words, so my voice may be heard. My mask keeps me safe, but at what price I must pay. I need to cover myself up, but I will be okay. Blond hair and blue eyes, is that just part of my disguise? Will you ever notice what lay below, the true path my heart will go. Just give me a chance, you will find I have a heart of romance.