A sad poem

Every day
my mask cracks more and more
in it's own way
and soon you'll be able to read it on my face
you'll see
how far i've fallen from grace
cuz angels have wings
and i have
not a lovely thing
and stars shine bright
but of course
they can see their own light
and i know i don't shine
there is nobody
who wants to call me MINE
there is a lock, but i can't find the key
but it's for the best
nobody would want to unlock me
so walk away
don't lie to me
you'd never even give me the time of day