Mask

No one notices that my mask is falling and tearing into pieces.
Even my so called family and friends.
Maybe this is when my true self releases.
But it seems like the end.

My true self is a monster,
Which no one can ever love.
My mask is a just an imposter,
And it is painful to get rid of.

Maybe it’s best to keep it on,
That way I can be cared about.
It’s a mask my heart has drawn,
Yet it is my heart  that is breaking out.