The Mask

Who am I?
I am who?
I once thought I knew,
But I was wrong.
What I put up to protect me-
Cold and unfeeling,
Has now leaked inside.
That was once the mask,
Not me, not I.
I wasn't cold and unfeeling,
I had a heart and soul.
I don't remember when the mask became me,
And I the mask.
I don't want to be a mask
And I don't want a mask to be me,
I want to be free of masks
And disguises-
I just want to throw the mask away...
But there is a little problem with that,
For no longer can I tell the difference
Between me...
And the mask.