The Dissapearence of the Mask

I need no love, for I cannot love myself.
How can one love me for who I am, when love itself cannot comprehend me.

Feel like I'm wearing a mask, playing an act. I wish it was an act. I am an act.

Hence none of this would be real.

The agony inside of me grows...

I am eager to love myself... But i cannot, and it's tearing my soul apart.

The agony inside of me grows. sad and alone.

A hopeless sigh leaves my lips....

:This is my first poem in here so be gentle.

Thank you..