My breath fogs up,

in the warm night air,
the realization makes me tremble.

I know why this is,
though I deny it,
for my heart is as cold and hard as ice.

My very being,
cold and solid,
I try ever so desperately to hide.

By putting on a mask,
to hide who I am,
most buy into my plastic smile.

"Everything's fine"
is the lie that I tell,
no one knows the real me.

My mask hides my sorrows,
my fears,
my hates,
my loves,
my mask covers the true me.

I will walk every day along-side you,
my deepest feelings hidden,
so you don't even look my way.

I once let my heart cry out,
for rescue and to fell loved,
until my heart was crushed,
because I learned love wasn't there.

Now it is cold,
emotions I bury deep,
no one can see though my mask.

My heart is solid,
I shut down to hide,
is easier than the constant hurt.

I wake up every morning,
I place on my mask,
this has become my custom.

I become who they want,
give them the "correct" answers,
to avoid the fights and the pain.

my mask,
my friend,
I know I'm not alone.

We hid ourselves,
shut people out,
but we are truly more than our masks.

My mask,
my shelter,
my ever so wonderful helper,

It is the one thing,
between you and me,
the thing that you don't even see.

My mask,
my friend,
it will not betray,

It will always be there,
to take away the pain,