Everyday is a show,

A masquerade

A game.

Because I'm never myself

Never real

Never me.

I have a variety of masks

For school

For home.

They're each different according to who I'm with

My friends

My mom

I put them on for different reasons

To get along

To survive.

Because without them I'd be different



Because that would be the me without the masks

Without the coverings

Without the fake

But I wear my masks for you

My "friends"

My family

I put up with you people by shutting myself away

In corners

In closets.

It's how I've lived my entire life

Behind masks

Behind lies

And it's how I deal with everything

By hiding

By lying

For what reason?

To survive?

To fit in?

Because if that's the case, what's wrong with the world?