It's melting away
little by little
dripping off my face
like wax to a candle
I can't keep this up
I can't hold onto this
mask, facade, shield
and live in peace with myself

Sooner or later I'm going to explode
all over my newly shined shoes
al over my carefully polished words

I'd rather it be sooner
because though I want the mask back
later might be too late