great many masks
worn for others sake
i take a shape to please
so as to not fall to my knees
my performance is well practiced
crafting faces not mine
reflection of those around
myself long drowned
they want me to be funny
and friendly and good
i'll oblidge with a carefully sewn expression
woven over my depression
i stab my flesh with needle
the thread weaves in and out
as my fingers bleed
ignored with practiced speed
grins and laughter
with red dripping from my sleeves
i'll nail my lips shut with steel
so none of me feels real
