Me and my Mask

People say I'm childish

While that might be true,

I'm hurting inside

I don't know what to do

I joke all all the time

To hide how I feel

But I'm always thinking,

This isn't real

The attitude I've created

Is just a disguise

Every smile I give,

Is stuffed with lies

I smile because, if I don't

You'll all know

That I'm hurting inside

And my exterior is just for show

I don't have the right

To bring others down

So I put on my mask

That hides a thousand frowns

"I've become too good at this"

I say to myself

But then I get back home

And put my mask on shelf

And I think

How I'm always going to be the outsider,

Always second best

How I'm never going to fit in

With all the rest

Sometimes I think it's safe,

Safe to leave it at home

Then I am reminded

Of how I'm truly alone

People like the Comedian

They don't care about how I feel

"Make jokes, Be a fool"

Well, I guess that's the deal

That's the end of my story,

Writing this was a surprisingly simple task

And in the end,

It's just a story of Me,

and my Mask....