If you could be friends with yourself,

what would your answer be?

Do you even know who you are,

or are you also lying to me?

True self is now fiction

Originality’s been cast aside

A thousand faces with one routine

Truth replaced with filters and pride

They chase applause and acceptance

with their hollowed black eyes

Every perfectly curated life

Built out of easy white lies

But the mask is sli...

I used to speak in echoes,

repeating what the world wanted to hear.

Every smile rehearsed,

every nod calculated.

But lately,

my laugh comes too early,

too loud—

and I let it.

The lines around my eyes

are real this time.

No performance.

No shield.

Someone called my name,

and I turned without flinching.

I didn’t brace.

I didn’t shrink.

The mask is slipping.

Not from fear.

Not from failure.

But ...

The mask is slipping

Revealing eyes that hold dark secrets

And a smile with a wicked grin

The face of a monster now appears

Scars are visible along his cheeks

Long and deep like a blade wound

The mask is slipping

A sight that gives nightmares

A being that thrives on fear

The mask is slipping

Revealing your final fate...

Eyes always watching.

Face always smiling.

Eyes always relighting.

Mind always wandering.

Lizzie Thompson was the popular of the popular. The best of the best. The queen bee.

Nice, funny, smart, pretty, hot boyfriend.

The full package.

But thats always the surface. Her mask.

And now it’s slipping.

Drunk dad.

Absent mum.

Every teens dream.

Every opportunity to throw a party.

Lizzie threw parties o...

Here, I lay in fear as I feel the mak slipping. I consume and have made this mask to be one with my face so they don’t recognize me when night crawls, solar lights come up, sun sets, and cicadas don’t know when to rest. I sleep to my uncontrol throughout the day when the sun arises and glistens on my face, but when all else fades some thing else wants to come out and play. I lay in bed now looking...

This mask is tied

Onto a lonely hide

Over meat that long since withers

And banks where tears carved rivers

This mask is tied so tight

This mask is slipping

With a sound of ripping

Strings torn away from gilded bone

And pearls scraped off of silver dome

This mask slips into the night

This mask is hung

Off of a rung

Where young soles of rubber

And dark whispers mutter

This mask is hung in li...

The mask is slipping off my face

And I don’t know how to make it ok

I wish you knew the pain of the day

But I can’t say

The mask is slipping

The pain is showing

Tears well in my eyes

I refuse medicine

Because it would mean

Admitting how bad it hurts

About to black out

About to sob

About to crumple to the floor

My body betrays me

It aches and it breaks

It hurts

And It just keeps getting worse...

recently, i’ve been feeling so fucking

alone...

The mask is slipping,

And there’s nothing I can do.

Nothing to prevent it.

I can’t be what you want.

And now I can’t pretend.

Though we both wish I could.

I’m sorry I tried.

I tried to be perfect,

I would settle for adequate.

Please tell me I’m adequate.

Maybe I could lie,

And say I believe you.

But the mask has fallen.

The guise that I hid behind,

Lays shattered on the floor.

...

Help! Help!

The mask is slipping!

Should I let it just slip away? dissipate.?

remove my fears and anxiety, and try again

Once more?

You see, the mask is not on my face. It’s on my broken heart!

My heart has been damaged , in so many places!

Only I alone, could feel the pain

I wear the mask on my heart, with all my distorted expressions!

People don’t see me,for what I really am

I’m broken, but n...