The Mask

My mask is slipping, I try to keep it on. It makes me feel scared, All my defenses are gone. I never keep the same face, Most of the time I feel out of place. Who am I? Do I want to know? I am scared to find out . Am I a friend or am I a foe? I don't think people give a damn. Living this life is a sham. What do I fear? I am not really here. I don't know which way to go, I feel so low. All I do is sit and cry I keep on going but I don't know why. I wonder if I am insane. Why is my life such a pain? I wish that people could see the person that is really me. This mask I wear is just that ,a mask its a version of me that everyone will see.