A Mask Created

A Mask created
so is a new life, born.
I no longer dress in whatever
I want. I no longer think for
myself. My new mask has
changed me completly. I'll
no longer be the girl everyone
loves, only cheerleaders and jocks
My friends will shun me and I
have to lie. "I am happy" but
I really am not. Why do I 
have a mask? Her, my creator.
Her own lies compel me to
live behind a mask that I use
to not be killed by her. Without
my maks, I am dead near her.
I must live behind a mask I 
created just for her. Always
for her. When I'm in my mask
you always know who to
thank. My mask created is
evil but so is my double life.