Nothing but a Mask.

This mask, it hides, all that I am.
This mask, it shows, all that I want to be.
This mask, it represents, all that you will one day, see as me.

I hide behind it, when I don't feel accepted.
I run before it, when I feel a new connection.
I will become it, as soon as I can.

As for now, the mask is where I stand.

I feel like a puppet, I belong to anyone, who picks me up.
Who sets me down. Who pulls my strings, who carries me around.

With this mask I will conform, I will transform, I will perform,
A lie, something that I am not.
Someday soon, I hope you've forgot,
this lie, something that I am not.

I've become the mask, I am the mask.
I've succeeded in being, all that I want to be.

A performer, becoming something unreal.
A transformer, becoming something surreal.
A conformer, becoming someone who will be forgotten.

I am nothing but a mask, that hid the truth. I will never again, be thought of.