My mask

This mask I wear,
he serves me well,
he hides my pain,
so they can't tell.

They see him smile,
never my tears,
he shows no sorrow,
and fights all of my fears.

They believe he is me,
if they only knew,
that he is my mask,
my savior too.

My scars he hides,
behind laughter and lies,
he says he's fine,
but slowly,
I die