The Mask

1/19/08

Who am I? Who's the real me inside? This face glued to me like something fond

I feel like a piece of me has died, every time the mask is left on

All I think no matter how much I’ve tried, I already left before this song

The real me has died.

This mask of giddy laughs, happiness and joy

The inside, dead. Lost. Alone.

All I can think is boy-

No wonder I’m forlorn.

Nobody knows the real me inside

People try to steal a peek from the other side

But how can you see what I don’t even know?

This life, those laughs, it’s all just a show.

Bottled emotions held so dear, like a lifeline held back by fear

I tell myself to let go, but every time someone gets near…

The mask is all I know.

I’m drowning in sorrows it’s hard to breathe

I can’t let you follow; you’ll take the mask I’ve conceived.

I keep myself hidden away; the show is over for today

I’m searching through snow and ice

To find something for you that will suffice

I’m looking hard you know

Because for you, I don’t want to put on a show.

It’s harder then it seems, to peel this face away

The mask I’ve so perfected, no cracks that’ll say-

What a mess I am, under all these layers I’ve laid…

It’s crazy down here, from all the emotions I didn’t want others to find

To pretend they didn’t exist, stowed away in the mind

Open this door and go down the stairs

Down there you’ll find someone who cares

In a cold dark room hidden inside

The real me sits, turns out she hasn’t died…

A/N: I wrote this when I realized I can't act like myself in public. No matter how hard I try. Hope it helps some of you with the same problems