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To my fellows

Be my tribe, be my people, be my safety port
Be my crowd, be my crew, be the place I belong.
Give me shelter and warmth, make me be part of us
make me rest, make me welcome, make me drop down this mask.
For every step I take is riddled with doubt
Was it right, was it wrong, too little, too much
Was I being too blunt, was I being unclear,
Did I get them offended, disgusted, in fear?
Be my tribe, be my crew, help me put down this mask
Let me rest among peers: never an easy task
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