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This one indeed is for the person who was all the way by side when I needed a support. To hear my cry and answer all my questions... SHIRIN MA'AM, I owe you a debt of gratitude!

At night,
When I am alone.
Alone enough to be myself.
When I can put off,
Put off my mask.
The mask that portrays me
As a sane person
Helps me pretend
That I am all fine,
Strong and mature
Brave enough to deal
With everything!
The only time
When the child inside,
Deep down me
Awakes and cries
Cries for love, support
In need of a smile
In need of care
Stubborn like a newborn
With stupid questions
Mostly unanswerable
When I can be
That fearful child
Insecure, immature
When I am
Scared of the unknown
Doubting the known.
Who doesn't expects
Expect me to be
The perfect someone
Indeed accepts me
For the way I am.
Make me believe
That it’s OK
To feel the way I feel.
To cry,
To doubt,
To question.
An answer to
All my calling
At night when
I remove my mask
When I am me
It’s because of YOU!


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