Everyday I wake up,

I put on a mask.

I try to hide my true self,

From my evil past.

I hide and run,

Away from you and try to get away.

But every time I try to run,

My world turns all shades of gray.

The mask I wear every day,

Is something I have made.

To hide myself from the pain.

I feel every day.

The mask I made from the pain,

Is all falling apart.

And no matter what I try to do,

You can see my heart.

 I’m sorry if you can see the scars,

I have accumulated.

But if you live in my life,

You’d feel despair and hated.

You’d feel like you want to die,

And leave with out a trace.

You’d want to be left alone,

And you’d want to be replaced.

So this is why the mask is on,

Every second of the day.

Because no matter what I do.

It’ll never be okay.

The few friends that I have,

Will always be true.

I know they’ll never turn away,

And they’ll always see it through.