The mask slips and falls away Smashing to the ground, And causing tears to spill from my eyes for 2 hours.

Hiding away in the back of a room Cursing myself for being so weak For crying over such a pathetic thing.

Spending 4 hours working on repairing the mask,
Keeping my head low and bowed all the while Hiding my face from everyone else.

Not until the mask is back in place can I return to my tough exterior,
The one I keep up as much as possible The one that makes it look like everything is perfectly fine.

But I am not fine There is a war being raged inside of me Always I am fighting myself.