She locked away, as it fought and it scraped at her skin, she locked the box, and it screamed as it was strapped in. She scratched away at the soil with blistered fingers and shaky limbs, she picked up the screaming box, threw it hard, and let it fall in. Never again would it overcome her, never again would it cover her up. The light stung her face that had been 'protected' for so long. They unintentional fooled her out of sanity, unintentionally told her she was wrong.
 
Years later her heart ached now and again, reminding herself what the mask had began. She fought through the shaking and the gasping and the rust, she wiped off her identity, blew off the dust. She lived and she breathed and she felt the crisp breeze, till one day, it creeped in with the ease.
 
She was open and naked and felt the deep pang, she felt it coming but she ignored it again.
So tired of being locked up, forgeting the past, she thought they didnt care, the ones she found at last. But the closer they drew, the more she felt fear, and that lovely porcelain face snuck more and more near. It crawled and it creeped and it rode on her back, it spit in her wounds and it chizled her cracks. Distracted by the light, by the love, she ignored as it crawled up her spine, singing songs of perfection, humming tunes of approval, lulling her to sleep with melodies she knew were for fools.
 
It sat on her shoulder, and when it was time, when her heart was happy and she heaved with life, it whispered the words that would leads to its control, that mask new her workings, that comforming mask new her soul. As she cried in defeat, she knew what next came, The words crawled up her neck, and through her ears they shreiked and rang, "They like you better my way."