Behind the Mask

Can I show myself?
Can I get out from behind this mask?
Will they understand?
Or will they abandon me?
Cause this life we live in
So messed up
With this smile, I pretend.
But no one knows
I’m dying inside.
I cry blood, but no one hears.
But if I show myself,
Would everyone just stare?
Or would then run away?
But now it has all turned into apathy.
Now what do I do?
When there is no one to turn to?
Because no one is there
And I can’t even stand
On my own two feet
I just fall on the ground again.
Can I show myself?
Can I get out from behind this mask?
Will they understand?
Or will they abandon me?