MASKS

Masks

Staring at these four walls, I'm losing my mind.

I'm losing reality; the concept of time

I lost my job, I have no place to be

Just left stuck with the demons inside of me

All of life's questions I am beginning to ask

Whenever I do step outside, I must wear a mask

The funny thing is; I already did that before

My mask was my smile, but inside there was so much more

I've battled with my anxiety using vice after vice

Wondering exactly what is the purpose of my own life?

When will all of this pain finally start to end?

When can I reach out and feel the comfort from a friend?

I have my good days and I certainly have my bad,

There are even times when the happiest I been was feeling sad

I've climbed uphill my whole life, my legs feel weak

Never getting the validation I so desperately seek

I've been working as hard as I can, the results don't always show

I still put my mask on even when there is nowhere to go

I tell everybody I'm good, my feelings I feign

Sometimes I'm just afraid to be alone with the thoughts in my brain

I'd reach out for help, but don't know where to turn

I'm scared my problems are that of nobody else's concern

Maybe my pain is all based on perspective, and not real

Regardless, none of that matters except how it makes me feel

"Somebody grab my hand! Tell me that it will be OK!"

I'm grasping at air, breathless, the help feels like it's pulling away

I grab one last time, and the person takes me by the hand

They take off their mask and I discover it was a man

It's not just any man, it's a special man since this man is me

As I am the only one that can truly help set myself free

Staring at these four walls, I might be losing my mind

but I'm finding a better one, and I will be just fine.