It's hard living a double life.
Two identities
One person.

Every morning I place my mask upon my face,
And,
I wait.

Maybe today will be a better day,
I just have to fake it till I make it,
Then everything will be ok.

But I know that’s all lies,
It’s a part I play.
A role.
An act.

But I don’t want to act anymore,
I wanna pull my mask off,
and say,
“I’M NOT OK!”

I wanna cry,
I wanna feel,
I don’t wanna feel,
I just want someone to listen.

I don’t want to wallow in this depressing abyss anymore,
I just wanna be free,
Be me.

But I can’t be me until I know who that is,
Because I’ve lost all knowledge of who I thought I was.
Maybe I’m nothing.

The Mask of Nothing.