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Do you know what I want you to do 

with your mask?   

Not that you've even 

bothered to ask. 

Don't save it, destroy it. 

Smash it with your heavy ego

as you think of how you let me go. 

Burn it with your flaming arrogance 

and think of those you've turned your back against. 

Hurt it, it's such a waste. 

And get the Hell out of my face,

you narcissistic, too fast-paced, 

thinking everything's a god damn race,

sitting there, counting the days

until we can head our separate ways. 

You carried my trust, you let me down. 

I can weigh your selfishness by the pound. 

So don't think you can turn this around. 

I can taste your indifference watching me drown. 

You hold my illness in your palm. 

And I regret the days I called you "mom".