His mask was cracking, breaking into a million pieces.
He seemed so strong, always the hero.
But when others masks fell around, him his cracked too.
He had to keep the mask on, they couldn't see the truth.
He wasn't sane, far from it
The mask held everything together, but it was coming off now.
They wanted him to be loyal, so he was.
They wanted him to be a seaweed brain, so he pretended to be stupid.
They wanted him to be strong, so he trained everyday.
They wanted him to be a hero, so fought for them.
(If he didn't know any better he would have been a great actor, then again, he already was.)
They had put him on a pedestal when he was already unbalanced.
It went higher and higher untill it was too late to jump.
He tried to keep his balance, but it was hard.
Then they pushed him, and he fell, landing hard on the dirt.
One by one they abandoned him.
Every betrayal left a crack.
But he held it together.
He knew the mask was falling to pieces, but he tried anyway.
He knew that it would shatter soon.
He knew nobody would be there to help pick up to broken remains.
And when his mask did shatter, all that was left was an empty shell.
They only knew the mask, not Perseus Jackson.
That was okay, they wouldn't want to know either.
His mask was breaking, but it didn't really matter anymore.
It's bit of a depressing one-shot but that's who I am. Constructive critiscism please, all other flames will be used to roast marshmellows with.