Every morning
you wakes up
As she opens the closet door
You thinks
"What mask should i wear?"
You walk forowrd
Pick up the mask
Labeled "Outcast"
The dark, depressed, loner
Whom does not fit in
This mask feels most like you
But yet isn't anywhere near you
You try to please
To many people
And is now suffering
Suffering from
Deep, dark, depression
Major depression
No one can help you now
Your still trying to please
To many people
Because of that
Your collection of masks
Are growing
She now has 30
And counting!!!!!!!!!!!
