when the mask slips

I wear this mask.

And when I wear this mask no one can see how  I actually feel.

Behind that mask I am a wreck of tear stained cheeks and snott covered sleeves.

I want to be able to let that mask slip but I can't,

because if I do everything that I've ever worked for will come tumbling down.

And when Im with you,

you make me feel like it was ok to let that mask slip.

One day that mask fell alittle to far  and broke all over your bedroom floor.

while I sobbed and cried for you to come back to me,

knowing deep inside that you left me for a reason which I do not have the pleasure of knowing,

you were out having fun, moving on with her.

My mask may be a little broken

but I am so proud of myself for being able to put that mask back together peice by peice sliver by sliver, and act like nothing ever happened between us.

Thanks to that mask I am able to still live In my house without everyone around me asking if I'm ok and alright.

this mask was the only reason I was able to become happy again,

with another guy, he's better than you ever were to me,

he doesn't hit me

he doesn't throw things at me

he doesn't leave me and expect me to act like I'm not hurt around his parents

and he hasn't abandoned me

with him I don't need my mask

and I'm happy that I don't.