Let it be?

I hate that your masks make you inaccessible to me;
they prevent you from knowing me, too.
You’re so guarded. You’re so afraid.
You’re so vulnerable,
but that’s the last thing you want to be;
so you hide it. You cover it well.
But the stone you’ve chosen—
the stone of which your masks are crafted—
has walled you into isolation.
I miss you. I need you to be vulnerable.
I ache for you to let me in.
We’re family. You need us. Come back.