Broken Mask
It is exhausting to keep the mask on
Always hiding the truth for everyone else’s comfort
I’m fine, thanks, I’m good Ha ha
The mask slipped.
Now it is as broken as I am.
I desperately need a new one.
People say they want transparency and truth
But give it to them and it becomes clear
That wanting the truth is a lie.
Now the truth is out there
I am left alone, ashamed, and desperately trying to figure out how to get a new mask.