The Mask


Everyday I wake, and get my mask.
I wear it all day, because I'm scared
Of what will happen when it's gone.

Some days I feel as if their cold lifeless eyes
Burn through and see the darkness that lies just beneath.
But I wouldn't know, because we never seem to talk.

I walk through the crowds of people
All sporting the mask that they wear.
Then I look inward and know how everyday
My real self is slipping even farther
Into the depths of the person i'm trying to be,
Just like everybody else, losing themselves to
The monster that steals their own individuality.

I don't wear my mask because I like it.
I wear my mask because I need it.

I wear my mask because i'm afraid.

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