Hands up in the air. I surrender. Am defeated. Can't hold my mask any longer.

I tried. For days. For months. Yet I'm still back to square one.

Been lieing to myself, goodness know why. Been shunning any contacts with almost all living beings.

Pretense and deception, I used on myself. But now, without my mask and bared, I face the plain ugly truth.

Family, friends or lover. Which one am I?