You

The only person that knows me better than myself

is you.

The only person who sees through my carefully plotted schemes

is you.

The only person who realizes I’m not who everyone thinks I am

is you.

I painted on a mask

molded to fit who I used to be

to fit what I am supposed to be

to hide my insecurities

to fit the standard of “normal”

I will never achieve.

The only one who has seen below that

false exterior

is you.

I’m not who I say I am

I’m not who they think I am

I am my mask

or at least I try to be

because I am afraid that when I take it off

there will be nothing left.

and you

the one person who could save me

bring me back from the brink

rescue me from the nothingness

will be gone

because I couldn’t save you

because I can’t save anyone

least of all

me.