I put on this mask made of porcelain every day,

It's perfectly painted and polished,

It speaks sweetly to my family and friends,

It gives fake smiles to everyone I pass by,

It hides the truth,

I'm yearning to smash this porcelain mask and rip these strings from my skin,

My body aches to show people who I really am,

Who I really want to be,

My body aches to tell people how I really feel,

My honest opinion,

My body aches to show my family the truth,

What I've become,

But the puppet master in the back of my mind won't set me free,

She pulls my strings back when I try to escape,

She whispers in my ear and tells me it's a bad idea,

That I will be judged by whoever crosses me,

She tells me to keep pretending until the day nothing matters anymore,

But I feel that day will be too late,

I'll live my whole life pretending,

I need to slice these strings and break this mask,

But this puppet master and fear of rejection holds me back