Are you who you say you are?
Or am I talking to your facade?

A piece of shining plaster
Molded into your liking.
Except this one is free of flaws.
Just what you wanted, isn't it?
Smooth like porcelain, with
Painted lips,
A faint blush decorating the cheeks.
The only thing that's real are your eyes.
Or are they fake too?

It's...fascinating,
How some gypsum and water
Could create something so
Alluring.
Does it get hard to breathe
Under all of that cement?
Does it get hard to keep up
With your new expectations?
Everybody loves you.
But is their love even genuine?

You wake up every day
And the first thing you do
Is put on that wretched mask.
Is it that important to you?

It may conceal you,
But it can't hide your personality.

Eventually, you become the mask
And the mask becomes you.
Before you know it,
You can't take it off.
It's melted into your skin.
Any remnants of you is gone.
Erased.
In its place is something perfect.
Or is it?

How can something so perfect
Be so hideous?
What once lit up the room
Now rots with its foul being.
You don't realize it
But others do.
I do.
They can see right through you
And they know that this person
Isn't real.
Can't be.

When you start to realize it,
You feel agony.
You try and try to rip off the mask
To lacerate the stitches,
To stab the adhesive binding that
Bonds you to it.
But your efforts are futile.
Silly fool, don't you realize
It's no longer a mask?
It's you.

Your days become long,
Masquerade balls that you dread.
The party goers refuse to dance with you,
Disgusted that something so vile
Was allowed in.
You turn to me for mercy,
But my only words are
"Who are you?
I don't recognize you at all."

So enjoy your mask,
Your new image,
Face,
Facade,
For that life of beauty
Comes with a price of
Loneliness.

You craved it so desperately
You got what you wanted.
Just remember,
That while the old you
May not have been beautiful,
Your heart was.
Now neither are.

So my final words are this:
"Are you happy now?"