Masks

The different masks I wear Everyday it's something different Some days I wear masks of shame For things I did and myself is to blame I am hidden in a collage A collage of different emotions What do you see? Is it real or a maurage? Can you find me? The real me! I bet you can't So I force myself to see I am not the person you want me to be I am my own person So you place the liars mask upon me To make me seem As I am in your possession But I only own myself I am an obsession An obsession of many faces Many faces to match different places Differnt places sacred from thine eyes And where the box that holds the masks... It has unlengthed sides But I also bare my own masks Masks to achieve my different tasks But I often wonder, why do I wear them? I don't have a choice I can't speak Because to them I have no voice