MapleTea-Hetalia

I stay inside myself, only letting a mask of the true me out. Only I'm allowed to see the real me, since anyone else would break it. The mask I put out is the one everyone wants to see, The one the world accepts. They don't want the real me, the one that looks battered and bruised from before. No, they want the prestige image that's from everyone's dreams, not the reality. My mask is my only friend, though my mask has plenty of friends. I will forever be with my mask, and my mask only, Since my mask is the only one that accepts the true me. But once I met someone, they didn't like my mask. We asked them why and they said they could se

All day long, these battles with myself. All day long, I'm trying my best not to listen. All day long, I'm trying my best to not believe. This voice in my head, sounds so deathly close to my own. Why must it be so different at the same time? What did I do to make me hate myself so much? All day long, I'm disagreeing. All day long, I'm wondering. All day long, I'm yelling. All day long, I'm pleading. This voice keep telling me all the things wrong. Wrong with myself, wrong with the others. It's telling me the truth that I don't want to hear. It's telling me all the things that it knows I hold dear. Why do you try to break me? Why are you s