How funny are we when we suck

Introducing humor 
and the mask behind it
A city of cowards 
that parade soundless.
They're jumping farts 
with dreams of Smiling.
When sitting waiting,
They know nothing's coming.
And The pain they accumulate
rain don't always wash away.
Plus the mask they all carrie 
Seem to be tired of always breathing.
So when fake face is suffocating
They blame the mask for shocking. 
The fit came universally
But the expressions became unhealthy.
They are recovering lovers
That Hide behind a mask
And panic under the covers.
Everybody is discovered 
To have been living undercover. 
Death came easy 
But was the dark that blew there cover. 
And when opportunity failed,
They trough in the towel.
And secured it with a nail.
There weekends stretch a week long.
All there relationships stink and gone 
Once warriors of love 
Now security guards of dove.