Insanity

Mask

She feels like she is breaking

But only from within.

Like the skeletons in her closet

She becomes paper thin

Always makes sure to cover up

The stories on her skin.

She says that she's doing great

But knows that she won't win.

The mask she makes

And reapplies

Develops a hairline fracture

Every time she cries

Worn out from the stress

Of upkeeping her lies

Her soul falters

And slowly dies.