The Master of Disguise

Everyday I put a mask on my face
Sometimes so thick that I forget that it's there
But circumstances come, go, and return like clockwork
And I am reminded of my true distress
Who am I to feel this pain?
There are others who have it worse off than I
Yet the tugs at my heartstrings just wont quit
So I conceal my worries, I don't deserve the sympathy
You see an indifferent face, struggling to conjure up a smile
Until it's there for you to glimpse, just so you may rest easy
Because any pain is for me; myself alone
And you are relieved, just as I hoped
My mask has done its job
But as I lay in bed, free of the shroud of lies
I can't help but wonder how I became the master of disguise