A melted facade

In the realm of shadows, where you often dwell, You don the mask that hides your true self well. But now, a whisper of truth begins to seep, Your facade is fading, your secrets can't keep. Like wax exposed to heat, your mask starts to melt, Revealing the emotions you've long tried to smelt. It drips and drips, revealing the raw and real, Unveiling the depths that you've learned to conceal. Layers of lies, like hardened wax, now undone, Exposing the vulnerabilities youve long outrun. The cracks and crevices, once hidden from sight, Are now laid bare, in the dim candlelight.