At first there's success, failure, success once more
Sometimes it leaves you lost, and so sore
And most of the time, success comes with stress
But success comes with failure, to you, your life's a mess
Life always comes with different masks to choose
but those who choose one tend to lose
usually filled with depression or disorder
to you, your life being worth less than a quarter
Making unnecessary mistakes, never asking for forgiveness
you end up begging for it, drowning in "Its none of your business"
It's like watering a flower that's already dead
or decapitating someone, who's already lost their head
But those who don't choose a mask, say they're "alright"
not choosing a mask that belonged to someone else's fight
"I'll make my own mask, and I'll make my own life"
and though you attempt, you never find one just right
They put on their mask, but sadly, add a cover up
with clothes not your style, a different person, with make up
sometimes it takes someone dying or crying
for you to finally realize and tell yourself "You're lying"
"Why can't I be truthful? Why'd I have to lie?
They're not gonna forgive me, even if I try
How do I punish myself? Where do I begin?"
Yet another mistake, you think, "My own flesh and skin"
Why do we try to make our own mask?
Doesn't anyone know it's not a simple task?
hiding those cuts, wearing long sleeve in the summer
no one knows it's caused by your father, or your mother
Everyone seeks love, but maybe love is not the answer
maybe for some people, finding love can even feel like cancer
maybe it's not you, maybe it's them shaken up
But you're part to blame, you were told to wake them up
But the things I hate the most, are the hypocrites in life.
The selfishness, neediness, of things you don't even like
I think I'd rather have you not care
Than to know you only THINK you might be there
As for that mask, broken, and used
you found your way around it and healed the bruise
Just with you in that mask, you had found the light
Completing the task, escaping fear and fright
-Samantha Ayala
