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.
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