I am a man of many masks

I am a man of many masks.
I love my masks, my masks aren't me.

All my masks are cracked.
Either a splintered smile or a crooked frown,
a lopsided laugh or a shattered sigh.

I get through the day, my masks protect me.
They protect nothing.
I never had a soul.

No one knows the real me, they only see the masks.
I don’t know the real me, I only see the masks.
I am many masks.

Who is the man behind the mask?
I am cracked.