These Faces Of Mine

With every passing day, each seemingly growing shorter and shorter than the next, he wondered when he had first started to feel this way. Why did he so desperately want to prove to himself that no matter the odds, or that how much his craving to give up grew, that he would always win?

That he couldn't say he knew the answer to. And to be honest, he also wasn't sure if he could ever let himself lose this game of attrition, not when he's already lasted this long.

The mask he's worn for most of his life may be falling apart at the seams, but his smile wasn't going to fade away along with it.

That part of his mask crumbled away a long time ago.

At least he hoped so.