Starting To Finish As I End the Beginning

im at this point in my life im sure you all know what im talking about the place where reality and life hit you straight in the face (with a sledge hammer to say the least) its a shock (to stick my fingers in the outlet) and i hate the feeling of realizing (i need to change something) under the face you see is another and another and yet another i love masks they soothe me but now im looking in the mirror and i see that they are melting and scarring my face (which seems is melting with them...) how do i escape a room without doors or windows i know by sitting in another room without doors and windows but then im stuck at asking again how do i escape when my escape leads me back to the place i began not so long ago?