Wasted Mask
Wasted Mask
Why am I not allowed to take off my mask? Wearing it, it’s so exhausting. So much effort, pushing aside the daily issues in my life, but it’s worth it… my friends are my life.
Although, it’d be nice if my mask could be removed, it’s been so long, it may become stuck… I trust my friends with my life, but I never want to disappoint or worry them…
Silly thoughts, why should I even start to comprehend the removal of my mask? It’s crazy talk! Surely I should be sent immediately to an Asylum of the Insane!
To cause my friends to worry, I should stick my self in a “time-out” corner, chastising myself greatly. My mask cracks, I’m failing at my one true duty in life.
Everyone knows they can trust me; I’ll be a shoulder to lean on, and an ear that’ll listen to verbalized problems. I’ll give the best advice I can muster, I aim to be 100% genuine. I’m sorry if I fail, please forgive me.
Don’t worry about me. If you do, my mask will crack even more. I don’t want it destroyed; I’m afraid of what my friends will see, what they’ll say, or do, or think. I’m a concealed emotional mess, but they’ll never see how truly wasted I am, for as long as my mask stays strong and never falls.
Why am I not allowed to take off my mask? Wearing it, it’s so exhausting. So much effort, pushing aside the daily issues in my life, but it’s worth it… my friends are my life.
Although, it’d be nice if my mask could be removed, it’s been so long, it may become stuck… I trust my friends with my life, but I never want to disappoint or worry them…
Silly thoughts, why should I even start to comprehend the removal of my mask? It’s crazy talk! Surely I should be sent immediately to an Asylum of the Insane!
To cause my friends to worry, I should stick my self in a “time-out” corner, chastising myself greatly. My mask cracks, I’m failing at my one true duty in life.
Everyone knows they can trust me; I’ll be a shoulder to lean on, and an ear that’ll listen to verbalized problems. I’ll give the best advice I can muster, I aim to be 100% genuine. I’m sorry if I fail, please forgive me.
Don’t worry about me. If you do, my mask will crack even more. I don’t want it destroyed; I’m afraid of what my friends will see, what they’ll say, or do, or think. I’m a concealed emotional mess, but they’ll never see how truly wasted I am, for as long as my mask stays strong and never falls.