My Crumbling MaskA Poem by LovecraftA mans carefully wrought facade begins to crumble, exposing his true self.
My Mask is beginning to crumble, exposing the truth beneath,
I can feel the cracks appear as if I stare into the broken mirror The facade I have carefully maintained losing all its coherency. Anxiety courses through my being, terrified by how people will finally react to who I truly am, finally seeing my true self. I hide behind my crumbling mask like an actor, Never revealing my emotional state to anyone, Neither friend nor family nor even to myself. No one can know who I am for fear of hatred, For fear of being exposed like an open wound. Pieces are falling off, breaking like fine porcelain. But it dawns on me that I can never mend this mask that I don, The blood seeping throughout, the scars open for all to witness, And I can never cover my face with the hands I have neglected. It is too late to repair that which has long been breaking, And I have to wonder, after all these years of deception... Who am I?
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