Requiem of a Mask Wearer

These Mask

who am i you may ask, to tell the truth i don't even know,

these masks I've been putting on just seems to grow.

the split personalities, created from my mind,

have wrapped around me, covering me like a bind.

The habits of these different masks seems almost second nature,

until i think I've lost my own true nature.

This is how I went through my life

Face covered with a million masks

They hid my emotions behind an impenetrable wall

They served their purpose perfectly, too perfectly

you see, These masks were created to appeal to my family and friends.

They loved it and adored me like i was some precious gems.

Trapped in desperation I tried to find my true face,

but i was rejected and ignored,

they didn't like what they saw.

So now you ask who am I,

well now you tell me

am i a class clown, a Casanova or an antisocial loner.

Look deep into my eyes past these god forsaken masks and tell me who I am

because honestly i don't even know