Shattered

Mask.

People are scary.

Not just a little, very.

So each day I am burdened with a task.

Each day, I must put on my mask.

I wear my mask emotionally, and mentally too.

See, I cower behind a facade, unlike you.

Day in and day out, I try and push you all away.

But you fight your way back in, each and every day.

It's like I'm in a glass case.

But I smear the glass, to hide my face.

There's only one way in, and you must pay a fee.

To get into my case, you must hurt me.

Are you willing to pay that price?

Because being my friend isn't very nice.

I'm overly anxious,

And sometimes facetious.

All my problems, I treat them like a joke.

But I'm hurting myself while you're all worried about "Pepsi or Coke?"

I know I need help, I know I'm broken.

Ive never been very outspoken.

But I try and smile, I wear my mask.

If you want into my case, maybe just ask.

Just please don't break it again,

I thought you wanted to be my friend.

But people like you, they make me furious.

You don't really care, you're just bored and curious.