A mask.

That’s all it is.

But I make a joke. I must be fine.

I’m just too good.

I’m laughing. I must be fine.

A mask.

That’s all it is.

I smile. I must be fine.

I don’t know anymore.

Who am I?

A comedian? Or an actress?

A lyer and deceiver? Or a clown?

I don’t know anymore.

Is this who I am inside?

No.

A mask.

That’s all it is.

The world is just a masquerade.

But it ended already.

My mask isn’t pretty.

It isn’t gold.

It isn’t intricate or special.

But it’s a mask all the same.

It just has my face.

It just wear a smile.

To shield the world from the emptiness underneath.

Who am I?

Am I anyone?

I don’t know anymore.

Because I have disappeared.

Thanks to my mask, I don’t need to be here.

But.

A mask.

That’s all it is.