Depressional

I can show this mask to everybody around me. I can fool them, I can make them believe this mask is really me. I put up this guard, not because of them, but because of me. I put these walls, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

In the end, I cannot lie to myself. I cannot convince myself that this mask is truly me.

It's killing me, suffocating as this mask draws tighter upon my face.

I'll just wait until this I can tear this mask off, and come to terms with how I truly feel.

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