Behind the mask in addressing the public

The written word is mine to keep
And could I let them know
Those that I’ve shed from loneliness
I had to let them go

For they saw she behind the mask
Before her final form
A molting skin with selfless doubts
Not ready to be worn

Rejecting multi-facets
Trying new ones on each day
Unboxed I said I’d start anew
Admit I’m not one way

But in those iris mirrors
Stubborn windows to the past
I saw a self I don’t believe
And stepped back from the glass