Through every stage of my life
I've been buried under a different mask
All these other people I chose to embody
Spawn from a child made of broken glass

Pieces of my personality were scattered
And over time I slowly picked up the shards
A shattered mirror cannot be perfectly put back together
So I learned to live with the cracks manifested as scars

We're poisoned by love songs and happy endings
And I longed for that slow kiss before the conclusion
The day some perfect man would swoop in and save me
From an adolescent hell I was barely surviving

As I grew more conscious of my body
And became aware of all the ways it could be used
I believed I needed to adapt and be available
And pray in the morning I would still be worthy of fleeting love

I shapeshifted myself to match the scenery
Transforming into these acceptable characters
Maybe I was supposed to be that dreamy happy ending
For friends and lovers that promised to stick around

I let neglectful minds slowly erode me
By chomping at their bate disguised as affection
I ate up their crumbs while flipping through my masks
Until I unveiled the one they saw as perfection

I kept playing all these different parts
To serve others the script I thought they wanted
And when I experimented with staying true to myself
I felt the weight of responsibility for being rejected

The lines of who I actually was started to blur
Between born identity and the other people I had become
I was blinded to the evil I had eventually let in
True love I secured and believed was the one

All those yearning ambitions finally came true
The great escape towards devotion and freedom
I had instead flung myself directly into a shiny new cage
And the person I settled on becoming was mindless and beaten

When I reflect on all those people I have been
Certain choices I've made still haunt me to my core
My personality has mutated too many times to count
Now I hardly recognize my own face in that distorted broken mirror

My only desire was to be loved and accepted for my true self
But unfortunately I never really knew who that was
Too consumed with the idea that I have to be somebody
Tailor made to serve and fulfil someone else

What I never realized is that I am the host of this party
That lonely teenager and somber adult were always in control
Maybe I wouldn't be lost in these costumes I created
And I'd throw away the masks still waiting for their turn