Masks

I wonder often, who are my real friends.
Who isn't hiding behind a mask, pretending.
But i doubt i will ever know,
Unless they take off that deceiving mask
And show me their real face.
If that happens, i also wonder often,
Will they see through my disguise, my mask.
I know they might have a quick glance underneath.
What will they see? A frightened girl or confused.
I think maybe both or none.
Sometimes that mask feels like a part of me.
In a way it is because always pretending has made it feel glued, stuck, but always forced.
Never natural.