My world is made up of masks,

Masks of pretense,

masks of pretend happiness ,

masks,so that no one really see who lurks beneath.

No matter good or bad,

Masks are worn,

Some forced to wear.

and when they refuse ,

they are ridiculed by the masks,

until they become a shell of themselves.

I have come to hate them,

but I cant pretend that I have some of my own.

Everybody does.

Masks worn to fit in,

worn to please,

themselves and others,

worn as reassurance.

Mask of emotions,

emotions that we do not feel.

Some use it as a safety net,

changing it fast as their breaths.

Some use it so much ,

they have forgotten who they are,

it has become a part of them.

Nobody sees the tears that's shed beneath,

Nobody sees the unhappiness,

nor the fragile heart that lays beneath.

One that is scarred,

or scarless as a newborn.

What matters is the fact that ,

That its still capable of feeling,

still capable of bleeding

still capable of scarring,

no matter how scarred.

we use our fake smiles,

our masks,

to protect and lock down our heart,

to keep it safe.

but when somebody special comes along,

we miss them .

Because we have lost it among a sea of falseness,

and we do not know ourselves anymore.

we search for villians to fight,

when infact it is only us,

the greatest evil infact,

comes from us,as does the light.

Don't be eyeless as that mask,

don't be as emotionless as it.

Throw away that mask.

Throw away the falseness,

take the brunt of the truth on your shoulders and make yourself strong,

do not hide,

BE YOURSELF.

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