Slam it down, 

down the mask on my face.

The one that you've deisgned especially for me.

Slam it down hard,

imprinting the caricature of the wounded,

the naive,

the depressed, the hurt, the judged,

onto my face.

Slam it down,

when I've finally found the self esteem to tear it off.

Slammed it down,

nailed it down,

glued it down.

How do I take it off now?

The indention of your distressing hate for me is etched on my face for all to see.

Take it away.

Tear it apart.

Do anything to take the unhappiness and desolation away from my heart,

so that I may once again find the courage to build a mask to cover the one you've built and designed just for me.

Slam it down,

and destroy it for good.