The Mask

He wakes up in the morning And regrets another day, Puts on his daily mask To prove that he's OK. Gets ready for his work With a feeling that he dreads, He wants to look in control And wise in all he says. Turning up for work His face is all smiles, But he wishes he was elsewhere About a million miles. Portraying a lot of confidence But inside is self hate, Producing a tension within He wishes he wasn't a fake. But he survives another day He's made it once again, Feeling insecure Like a failure feeling condemned. He turns on the T.V. After tea with kids and wife, A chance to escape This hell they call his life. But a knock at the front door It's a few family friends, He puts the mask back on He wants the night to end. As he goes to bed he thinks "I'm nearly at the end of self, I need some outside help" He puts the mask back on the shelf.