The Mask He Made
Who am I?
I can’t tell you even if I try
I want to be the real me
But if you look then you would see
All the hurt and pain
All the lies and the crazy times
It all was for his gain
He was the one who put this mask here
And it stayed up
Not by glue but by fear
Now it is stuck
Never to come undone
And if by some luck
It ever falls
I will still have these walls
I see people smiling
Laughing like people should
They don’t even realize
And they definitely don’t see
How wrong it feels just to be me
That I am not comfortable even in my own skin
After all that has happened and all that was ‘meant to be’
I feel as though to be the real me
Would be like a sin
To be me
Would feel awkward and out of place
If I were really me people wouldn’t even know my face
They see this girl
All bright and cheery
They would never know how leery
I am of them all
Waiting for this sick game to end
Wishing all I had was a friend
If one person would reach out and call
Call to me that they are good
That they understand
That I am misunderstood
To tell me I can be whole
That I can regain control
Someone to tell me that it was him not me
To say that if I want to I really can break free
Of the bounds I have let him chain
The ones that he held me with
As I cried for mercy
When he showed me none
They will never know
How much easier it is
To hide behind this curtain
To pretend that I am not me
That I am brave
And beautiful and strong
They won’t know that to me
Those adjectives are all wrong
That I am none of those things
That I feel like I could hide
Stay behind the stage in the wings
And no one would know I am missing
That there once was a time I was on center stage
Now I am lucky if I want to see the lights
And not run away and cry with rage
At what he did
And all I let him do
That he took my innocence and charm
That all he did was cause me harm
So ask why this curtain won’t come down
Or why I can’t just be me
You will soon surely see
That this mask that he has glued on with hate
Has become me