Slipping on my mask

And into my new skin,

I prepare to face the day.

For I can never be

The person inside;

The world is naught

But a masquerade,

A frivolous façade

Used to cover

Insecurities,

Impurities.

Lies.

We live in a world

Spun of glass,

Glittering and beautiful

Until it all comes

Shattering down.