The Mask or Me

Another poem I wrote.

Which is real- the mask or me?

Sometimes I can’t tell

It’s been here for so long

Now it is a part of me

No longer just an adornment

It’s become more like my skin

And I can’t tell which part I made up

I’ve become a fiction character in my own life

An outsider, a stranger to myself

But this is what you forced on me

I tried to rid you from memory

But you’re just like the mask

And I can’t hide from you

Instead I hide from everyone else

Hide you from them

They can never know the truth

They can never know me

“Don’t let anyone get too close”

That’s what you taught me

Can you remember the night you ruined everything?

I bet you don’t know what it felt like

Or what it did to me

I forgave you eventually (surprising , isn’t it?)

But forgetting is harder

So I become someone else

In their farsightedness, they won’t see

The scars you left in place of my sanity.