Masked

There are some things
That you should know,
But they are so deeply hidden,
They could take forever to show.

At first it's invisible,
I'm actually quite shy:
Pretending my confidence
And I'm not sure why...

All I do is wear a mask
Through the night and every day,
My eyes hold painful tears
But I never let them stay.

My veins have seen some better times:
Having felt the cruel slice
Of a cool, sharp, point...
Pressed deep once or twice.

It's dangerous to be alone;
My demons come out to play,
Leaving poisonous thoughts
As they make me their prey.

Last but not least,
I get so very sad, you see,
The "why" is still unknown.
But anyway...that's me.