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My Mask

My mask
I’ve worn it so long I’ve forgotten what it looked like 
I’ve forgotten what I look like 
I've forgotten who the hell I am 
Who I was 
Who I want to be 
Everyone in my life has seen my mask
I’ve learned to wear it well 
Few have seen beyond it 
And only those few know my secrets 
My deepest secrets
But even they haven't seen it all 
There’s a mask in every part of my life 
At home
In school
With family 
Everywhere
I have a mask 
I wear a mask 
Most people don’t even realize it's there 
They don't realize that the me they see 
Is not the me inside 
They don't know the dreams I feel I’m losing 
They don't know the darkness that lives in my mind 
They don't know the life I've lost
They don't know anything 
And I feel that no one does 
No one knows how deep my secrets go 
The dark places my mind can wander if I don't control it 
They don't know anything 

And I’m beginning to realize that I don't either



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