Putting on my Mask

i'm a fake.
My life is a lie.
My image, I mustn't break.
So I use a mask to hide.

I don't care cause I do care.
I'm an empathetic, apathetic guy.
These things I must not share.
I use a mask to hide.

I think of my freinds, and envy them all.
How can they do what I find an impossible task.
They have faith in something even after the fall.
And I pick up my mask.

Time to go outside.
Why am I this way?
Why does the real me continue to hide?
Time to start a new day.

I put on my mask.