I'm not an original person.
I am a copy.
A copy of all those who I love.
Tearing away a bit of me for each one.
I don't remember who I am.
I only know the mask.
Starting with my face, I tear away more and more flesh.
It's taken over my body, I am not me.
It's clings to me like I'm a life force.
I don't deserve love, because I'm not me.
Everyone loves this fake version of me.
I'm not worthy of them.
I'm not worthy of their affections.
They love the me I made for them.
They wouldn't love me.
I don't even love me.
