An emotional mask isn't so easy to put on. 
It takes a natural-born actress for people to believe you're okay by the hollow smile you give, sunshine or rain.  

My many faults weaken my confidence; my pessimistic nature feeds from them. 

I desire just one craft to excel in, but my favorite hobby pales in comparison to those far younger and more talented. 

A neverending list of shortcomings; I've been stuck in the same place for the past decade. 

Perhaps the rotten envy can turn into dust when I finally reach a goal I can be proud of. 

At the end of the day, the only skill I have is this emotional mask that remains in place. It conceals my feeble motivation as laziness—a person who reaps disappointment. 

A/N: This is newer along with any others that might be added past this point. This is nothing more than a way to vent my frustrations.