What is this

She questions intentions.
She wonders why.
Should she shy?
And bite the bullet
Instead of justify,
The doubt that hides beneath
The mask that comfort likes to keep.
Should she ask,
Or should she bask,
In anonimity?
Would it last?
Would it work out,
Or would it fail?
Would she reveil herself,
Emerge from that veil?
Conceilment for her is a solice,
It blocks and sheilds,
But holds no promise
She's undecided
Yet she is sure
What she feels for him is not just allure
She knows not
What to do and say
Undercover would she stay?