Masked

This smile I put on is just for show. This anger inside, it grows. The dark smoke is fighting through. Dear Angel, I’m trying to find you.

I hear them laughing at me, what do they see? This neatly sculpted mask, could it be?

Paranoia has found a seat, which me will they meet? All the spectators have come to greet. My turmoil, my defeat.

Some can use this for motivation, however I am someone who just can’t win.

Anxiety has taken the wheel, whose personality shall I steal?

I’m panicking inside, confetti flying, joyride. Where is my shelter to hide?

The mask is on, ready for the show. Acceptance set in, real feelings I may never know.