Naked Truth Behind Mask

To wonder, in deep silence...

Too tender, the heart has become...

Is this boundless depth inevitable?

Or had I laid my heart open for love, upon the table...

Is this my raw vulnerability?

Or did I just lose my discernibility?

Your eyes can see, my naked truth...

Yet you claim it's a farce and without proof.

What proof do you have, I shall ask.

Is it not me behind your mask?