Masks

A mask for happiness

To hide my sadness

And a mask for sadness

to fit in with the crowd

A mask to be polite

to hide my rudeness

And a mask for rudeness

because some people deserve it

A mask of popularity

to hide my loneliness

A mask of loneliness

to gain popularity

If my masks disappear…

Will the real me show...

or am I already lost?

If my masks disappear...

Will people still view me the same?

Will they see the broken girl that put the masks on?

Will they see the young woman removing the masks?

Perhaps if my masks disappear…

I will disappear alongside them.

My masks have become a part of me

Just as I have become a part of them