i wear the mask they made for meâ
Soft and fragile,
Like porcelain,
Hiding a truth they'll never see.
Every smile I give,
A lie.
Every laugh,
A denial of the storm.
That brews beneath the surface.
But in the silence,
When the world goes to sleep,
I rip the mask offâ
And for a fleeting second,
I feel the air against skin.
That knows itself.