I am concealed in my mask of mystery

Eluding everyone everyday as to who I truly am

Almost no one knows of my backstory

Of my struggles

Of my woes

They would rather see the mask I wear

Than see my real face

No one realizes that my mask was molded from cruelty

Then carved by the knife of personal suffering

And then painted green and blue by my envy of others and by the nights I have spent crying

They would rather see the mask as a reflection of who I am

Rather than the mask being what I want them to see

In total truth I want to forget what my face looks like

And instead I want my true face to resemble my mask instead

So I can stop showing others what they want to see

And become what I want to be