my mask
Wearing a mask around others I seem happy
But when that mask comes off I only tear myself down
No one can tell that I'm still depressed
And that's the way I hope to keep it
Crying in my room all alone at night
And then wearing that mask by the morning light
I keep myself this way
Because I'm NOT going to take that crap ass medicine again
No I'm sorry I'd rather live with depression
Not to mention it lets me know I'm real
So during the day you'll see me wearing that same old mask
That makes you think I'm happy and carefree
But really I'm crying inside
And this time
No one knows why.
