My mask I created when I was very young,
As I had big secrets to hide, tying my tongue.

The mask let me hide the results of hell,
Hiding who I truely was and how I felt.

I wear my mask many hours a day,
Without it, I surely couldn't stay.

The emotions run too deep, most unable to bare,
I know thier concerned, but stop with the stares.

Are you okay? is monotonous all day,
I'd rather just fake it and make em stay away.

My mask is getting worn what do I do,
Make a new one? Or throw in the shoe.

It is cracked, and people see through,
Making me vulnerable to many of you.

I do not feel safe, my cuts are in full view,
I need to supress them, and keep them from you.

My pain is not your burden to carry,
The reason why my mask is necessary.

The mask is heavy and at the end of the day,
I used all my energy showing I'm okay.