Mask

This isn't like staged theatre,
Oh, no.
It's just being the character.

Putting the mask on,
everyday before I wake up,
It's just apart of this silly play,
That I make up.

I do this because I know how you feel,
To come home,
And everything you once knew, disappear.
I know this is excatly what you fear,
And misery too.
This is why I play pretend life for you.

It was okay for some days,
But now I'm getting tired of this endless play.

There is no glory,
Of putting the same mask on all the time,
Making it my life story.

So I hope for your sake,
That the show soon ends,
Because the actor feels,
Like she's losing herself again.