MASK

Mask
I'm not sure if the happy or the depressed self
Is the mask I wear
I can't even differentiate which is which
Maybe they're both masks
Maybe I'm only a person made of nothingness
All these emotions are probably made up
They're all exagerration and lies
Maybe this is how this thing work
It's just like washing your face everyday before going to bed
You clean off your make up
You change it (your face) before you lie in bed
Sometimes you change into the self who loves to overthink messed up stuffs
Sometimes you turn into the imaginative self that won't let you sleep because it's trying to tell you something
But I don't know
Who is you?
You is I
And I am nobody.