the masks i paint

the mask I paint on everyday, it's a custom now and here to stay a different one for friends, who seem to talk about nothingness to no end, and another for a family who thinks they know me, all I want right now is to break free, from this messed up society, all the expectations I surely cant fulfill, all the disappointment I will cause for weak will, waiting for the ball to drop, waiting for a clean way out, wondering on this hard white cot, when I'll find water to end my drought