Point Of Damascus

I don't know who I am.

I where a cutie's mask, a pervert's mask, and an edge lord's mask.

I don't like them, some are good for some but will chase those away.

There's no place to wear them all.

I'm vulnerable without them. 

I'm only able to play a character because there's no one underneath.

People will hate me if I wear the wrong one at the wrong time.

Some I can only wear for myself.

Some will only ever see my show. 

Some I really want to wear but the others keep that one down. 

My life is nothing but a sad bundle of secrets.

No part of me is a truth.

I don't exist.

I don't feel.

There is no me.

There is no am. 

I scream into the void and all I hear is distant laughter.

They are calling for me and it's only to hurt.

I speak as a clown and they laugh, for that is what they should do.

No one's watching me now yet I dance for all to see.