Mask on my wall

Tears that are not tears at all,
fall from the mask on my wall
But the more i look at the red drops i see,
the more i realize the mask is me.

Crying blood?
I don't understand.
O..but now i see the cut on my head
given by your hand.

Why would you do this i scream inside
and defiantly i push your image aside.
But through it all,
I see you grinning, your laughing inside.