If I broke my mask,
{or someone else broke it for me, [hmm]}
              does that mean I'm finally free
              {of the person hidden within the Mask}?


                            or because this mask was made when I
                            knew
                            I needed to become a better person,
                            {a person who stopped hiding behind masks}
                            has this broken plastic-formed-flesh
                            unleashed
                            the ability to transform
                            {into the person that I will be not was},
                            so I no longer
                                           control
                            that ability myself?

{A slightly depressing concept
derived simply from noticing
how everything mundane
                            breaks.
How will we keep ourselves
              whole
when we, too, are mundane?}
                                                                      [That doesn't matter.
                                                                      Don't even bring it up.]

So the real question being
{the question stated in the beggining}:
                                          am I ready to be me
              or am I merely another faceless mask
                            in the human sea of Lies?