Each day as I wake up in the morning, I slide into my mask... my shield from people around... I don't want anyone to pity me.. I just walk out through the door ready to live another day of lies, another day of fake smiles. Everything is okay... letting out a sigh. I have promised myself I will never break this cycle. I am afraid to let people know what's inside, too afraid to let them see me break down and cry... so it's best to go on through the day lying... saying it's great and I have nothing to fear.
But as I reach home, reality grabs me and leaves the lies to hang at the door... but I still can't take off my mask because I have more hiding to do....
I can't let my parents see what I have been keeping secret all these months... I fear to bare my scarred heart before them. I start to feel alone under this mask of mine.
I want to escape it, but I am so weak to do that.
So switching off the lights to lose myself in the darkness once again, dead on the inside but alive on the outside... and waiting for the next morning to fake again.
