You see a mask,
Assume it false.
I fake being sad,
I fake the tears staining my cheeks.
In a world being consumed by flames,
My wide mouth devoid of words
Dares to steal attention
From the more pressing matters
Because I believe I matter more.

The plastic hides a face,
A face that "is faking being sad,"
A face that "just wants attention."

Now, now, aren’t you confused,
Because you gave that face everything it needs
And everything it could ever want.
Maybe money can buy love,
but it also buys plastic.

Now this---
Is no mask.
It's my skin.
Shiny, fake, and hard.
It’s not covered in plastic;
It has become plastic.