The Mask I Wear

I wear a mask everyday, don't ask why,
for I may cry. I wear it so I can lie,
so no one sees what's deep inside.
Sometimes my mask may break
and it shows what all I can't take...
bleeding pain....to see me cry!
I hurry to fix it before too many realize...
the true me behind the lies.
It hurts to see the liar I have become,
the pain and the fear I have, I show no one.
But it's best that way, for my mask I have made
makes me into someone that can be strong
in front of anything...
and it does not feel pain.
In a way we have become one in the same.
And I wish I was more like the part of me,
that really isn't me! But don't you see?
Behind the mask I'm crying and scared,
but no one knows
for my mask is lying and smiling...
at least so it shows.
So I'm forced to lying,
from the bindings of the mask I wear.
And if you were to ask
I would say I have no mask,
because you were asking the mask,
not the girl that hides behind the lies.