Masks are worn daily to cover our faults but they are worn so long that the lie of the mask becomes who we are. And by then who we are truly is lost to the who we are lie. confusion in these words but truth they hold.
I sit back and watch the people around me and i see how they act how they talk walk everything and i see how they lie to them selves everyday and how jaded they have become. I see them finding comfort in vises as i myself do but do i lie to myself the way they do am i as pathetic as they are. I sit here at 12 in the mornin babling to a computer screen in the middle of a fucking rant about false hoods in life and my life has become the bigest lie i have had to tell . I am jaded faded and silent here in this dark room where i wear the biggest mask of all.
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