The Mask
I hid behind a mask my whole life.
This kept other people from seeing my strife.
Sometimes good, sometimes bad
anxiety, depression, panic attacks
all driving me mad.
How can I hold on when my soul is gone.
Smile says hi, but heart says low.
Everything around me is moving so slow.
Bang, bang, on the floor
If this is what life has in store
Oh no....
I need help, I need help
but everytime I try, I can't even manage a yelp
The world was fading and so was I.
That's when it fell
the mask
It fell, shattered, and finally I was free
Happiness, real happiness took hold
Finally I could be bold
The world is my task
now that I no longer hide behind that mask.
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