My mask is really pretty. It has a smile and laughs a lot. It's
got a smart-yet-decent mind. It thinks for itself but turns off
at night. When I'm alone in bed, it slips off.
I like my mask. Without it I'm depressed. I hate myself and I'm
too deep and nerdy for people. Honestly, I hide myself a lot. My
true self is silly and fun with depression in there. I don't know
what to do anymore.
My mask is falling, and I'm slipping back into that phase. Help
me. I'm drowning.
When things go bad, it can get better.
When things go bad, it can get worse.
When things go bad, someone has it better.
When things go bad, someone has it worse.
It's normally caused by you.
It's normally caused by something else.
Just don't make it worse in any way.
Strive to make it better in every way.