My Mask
By: Jasmine Pulchritude

I'm sick of it. All of it.
I'm sick of having to lie every time I go out.
I hate having to cry myself to sleep every night.
I don't want to see anymore fake faces
and realize I'm stuck in their fake traces.
I'm taking off my Mask. Because
I'm sick of it. All of it.

I don't want to have to deal with it.
I'm sick of having to feel it.
Feel the tears soak up my face because
It broke my perfect race. My race to the top.
But it wasn't my way. Not my plan. So,
I'm taking off my Mask. Because
I'm sick of it. All of it.
So fuck it. All of it.

I don't want to be useless anymore.
I don't want to be used anymore.
But then how else do I make friends?
That's the beginning of my end. So,
I'm taking off my Mask. Because
I'm sick of it. All of it. And I'm so
Fucking Useless.

Maybe I'll keep my mask on a bit longer.