The Mask

I don't want the truth to pound you
So I keep it locked away
In withering smiles
And expensive bouquets

I covered you in feathers
Believing you were weak
Honey im your saviour
I've made you complete

Why do you always havе to ask
What my face looks like
Without the mask

Wе're sitting in a restaurant
And I'm looking at my phone
I hear your whisper
Saying you feel alone

I don't want a golden medal
Maybe just a little plaque
Do you know how much I've sacrified
What I've carried on my back

Why do you always have to ask
What my face looks like
Without the mask