I can’t remember when I first put it on.
It seems like I’ve always been wearing it.
At first,
I didn’t even realize
I was wearing a mask.
I thought that was who I was.
It wasn’t until much later
That I realized all of my
Joy,
Laughter,
Hope,
Was all fake.
I was a fake.
But after having lived behind that mask for so long,
How could I let anyone know the real me?
And so, I kept my mask on.
I laughed,
I played,
I went to school.
All of that normal little kid stuff.
No one ever noticed…
Until my mask started to crack.
Bits and pieces of the real me
Were starting to show through;
And after a while,
People started to notice it.
I tried to warn them, you know.
About the real me.
As the cracks in my mask grew bigger
And they started to see what’s underneath,
I told them that once my mask is fully gone,
All Hell will break loose.
But they didn’t listen.
Even now, with so little of my mask left,
They refuse to listen.
They think they can “fix” me.
But guess what?
You can’t fix something
That was designed
To be
Broken.