This mask and all the carefully constructed cracks

Worn over all you see.

Invisible to most,

Loved by whom I want to be.

In this world, they accepted it,

Giving thought to more, a waste of their equally fake days

How I desired for them to see,

Though they always walked away.

It ends now; my existence, more than they can see.

Sacrifice the lie, and set myself free.

This mask will fall.

I shall live.

Guilt, no longer my prison

Epiphany of the Light my guide.

Running, no longer my way.

How often is this the life we live?