Who Am I?

Slipping on a veil of lace
Etching a smile  
Breakable under the surface  
Where sorrow takes root
 
Almost distorted
This facade I craft
Woven from tears and strain
To conceal what threatens to break free
 
Through laughter, I act sane
Dissolving in amusement
With the crowd  
As if I’m not at my lowest
 
And when I sit on my own
I see them laid bare
The stitches I keep unknown
Torn open evermore  
 
I can’t recognize who I am anymore