I’ve always wanted,
For everyone to like me.
I want to have someone to look to,
And someone who’d look to me.
You can’t be someone’s friend,
Without being someone’s foe.
No two people like the same.
And one personality can’t fill in two roles.
Masking myself seemed easy.
Although people say it’s hard.
Morphing your voice in a way,
For it to warm someone’s heart.
Changing you and your personality,
Along with the things that changed around.
Stepping in and out of the way,
Taking a chance, trying everything in a trance.
Masks lying on the bedroom floor.
One glowed up, another that’s worked sore.
So many masks, you’d think I lost myself,
The dead girl behind the masks I wore.
You’d think I lost a piece of me.
With every mask that I tore off of my face.
But, I’m not the girl, I’m the mask.
And no part of me is fake.
Wear the traits I like,
Trample the traits I don’t.
I don’t pretend, this is just me.
And I simply have a lot of personalities.
You like my mask, keep seeing it.
Don’t see the rest and change your mind.
There’s a reason that mask is still there.
And you’re no reason for me to leave it behind.
Throw punches at me,
Make my mask crack a smile.
A cracked mask, that’s hollow within.
A cracked mask, built by truthful lies.
Tears can’t spill over my mask.
And its eyebrows can’t crinkle and frown.
You see, there was never my “true self”
It’s just another mask when you tear this one down.