u/Fade_Rag3

The mask crumbles and falls

piece by piece, the delicate clay begins to crack

it cracks until my true face is shown

and if you saw me under the mask,

would you still like me?

"me", who is always happy and smiling

or me, who puts on a facade all day

me, the selfish liar

would you still like me?

i try to hold the mask together

but its tiring and takes so much energy

energy that, frankly, i don't have much of

and so the mask continues to crumble

and as the light peeks through the cracks

i desperately try to hide

cover up the parts that are shown

act like nothing happened

because everybody knows "me",

but would anyone like me?

and, more importantly

would anyone choose me over "me"?