I hide all my fears, all the fears I've had through these years.
Behind different masks, I won't let them see my tears.
Everyday It's the same thing, changing out masks to fit the situation at hand.
Never being my true self, never being free, I'm caught between a rock and grain of sand.
It should be so easy to be myself. I see others do it each day.
It feels like I have no say, that I stuck in the same unmolded clay.
I want to throw the masks away, to denounce everything they stand for.
Standing on the edge of a cliff, that's what it feels like. Each time I try, it's an ever shutting door.
Ripping the masks off, only to replace them again, and again.
They stay with me, like their stuck on a chain.
Happy, Sad, Angry, Enthusiastic, which mask will win today?
Which mask will have their say?
Maybe someday I'll be able to leave them behind. To be me, genuine and kind.
To be free of these masks, to be free of my mind.
Until then I'll keep up this fight, every day until I turn out the light.
It's only at night that my true colors shine so bright.
Not dulled by the sun, and others fake smiles.
I will continue to wear these masks, for many more miles.
How long I do not know, but I will keep up the fight.
Just so that at night, the stars can see my light.