The new mask

I cover my face before stepping outside,And don't say a word, so my voice won't be pried.I try to blend in, and pray they can't tell-- As if I'm a thief who escaped from her cell.My old mask was blue.    I'm glad that it fell.My new mask is pink.    I still need to hide.

From closet to stealthDoes no good to your health.For people like me, this country looks bleak;If others could see, they'd just see a freak.My new mask is pink.    It does make me think.My old mask was blue.    What else could I do?

One day they won't tell just by looking at me,But that doesn't mean that I'm finally free.My new mask will then be etched to my face:They'll give me a past that never took place.My old mask was blue.    A terrible guise.My new mask is pink.    The mask is in their eyes.

-- Lady Scarecrow