Mask of Mine

I thought it was perfect, this mask of mine.
I thought I did a good job, working on it all this time.
Spending days and weeks and maybe even years
So that no one could see my falling tears.

Every day I walked with it tied on my face.
Letting it fill in the holes of my broken grace.
I didn’t expect for someone to see.
I didn’t want anyone to know the real me.

That’s the reason why I wear this mask.
So that people could look, but dare not ask.
I wear it to keep up my now fallen pride.
Though now all I can do is run and hide.

So what is the point of this mask of mine?
Now that you can see it, when I thought it was fine.
Now you know that broken child in my heart.
The one that’s breaking and ripping me apart

You’d expect for me to just throw my mask away
Forget about hiding and live through it day by day.
But I worked hard on this lovely mask made of me
I can’t leave it in the dust and make myself live free.

Over the time that I have worn this, the times I’ve set it on my face.
Wrap the silk threads around me and feel the coolness of the lace.
This mask has become a part of me and I just can’t let it go.
So leave me be, stop looking at me and let me keep on this show.