I had to fix my mask today, it was crumpled and the strap was torn.
I had removed it too hastily I am afraid. I threw it off in celebration of a love affair, besides it was old and worn.
She liked me without it too, I could breathe and I felt liberated.
I laughed, and when she kissed me I could feel it, I mean really feel it,
But then I remembered that it covered the pain I hated.
And when I hurt it really hurt.
I had to fix my mask today. I made a new strap for it, one that won’t ever break.
Now when I cry no one can see my tears, they see my face and it’s fake.
But I’d rather they know me, for who they think I am
Than pity me, because I’ve been damned.