The Mask

The mask is a hard outer shell....
Even though it breaks every once in a while
Because it's not strong enough....
I'm not strong enough...
The happy mask will fade
And the depression will eat away at me
Leaving nothing but darkness
This mask also helps me hide my true pain
No one knows, about my other thoughts

The darker,

Deeper,

Depressing thoughts.

And no one can change those thoughts...
Thankfully, I have the mask...
If I didn't my life would be even more of a hell hole...

More than before...

More than now...

This mask is my free card
To not be grounded
Under lock and key
But the mask...
Helps in more ways then one...