Woah. This is amazing. “Once your mask comes down…”
I can really feel your pain and emotions in this. It reminds me of the poem I wrote, I’m That Girl. When you become everyone else’s shoulder to cry on, person to always be there, and everything else… it becomes hard to ask someone to be there for you. And then it just becomes easier to put on a mask of a smile and not let anyone know what you’re truly thinking.
Sorry for my long review, but this musing was amazing and raw and beautiful.