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A flowing introspection with a light touch detailing the transition from living a life behind false masks and learning to live in Truth. Lyrics and Production by Chad Jones Cover Art by Chad Jones / AI Assisted Lyrics: The Masks I Wear Carefully carved and painted, Each detail well-refined. No two masks are quite the same. Curated over time. The mask of blank reflection. The mask of grinning joy. The mask of stoic reverence. The mask of quiet boy. Each one is worn with purpose. Each one is quite unique. Each one to bring you comfort. But beneath you’ll never peek. A never-ending stage show, These masks always in use. They hide me from others’ disdain, And shield me from abuse. The mask of boundless courage. The mask of looking fine. The mask of feigning interest, When somebody steals my time. I’ve worn them for so long now, I’m unsure how it began, It’s not that I don’t know myself, It’s how away from self I ran. It’s not being dishonest, It’s not for telling lies. It’s keeping my thoughts to myself And what inside me hides. The mask of hidden anger. The mask of hurts unseen. The mask of secret tears, Beneath a face that looks pristine. So few have known this face left bare, And seen me as I am. No people-pleasing silent ghost Or quick to serve “yes” man. Over time, I’ve learned to leave My masks back upon their shelf. No longer hiding who I am, And being true to self. It’s terrifying, thrilling, And a little bit awkward. Without my mask to speak for me I sometimes go unheard. But more and more I see That my own face is taking shape. It may not be what others want. But it’s true and not escape. No mask to hide my feelings. No mask to hide my thoughts. No mask to keep my truth From those whose morals have been bought. There' s no mask now to keep me From the me that I should be. For better or for worse, I am the spirit now set free!