Mask (from a Marty McConnell prompt... another odd lyric bit)

In the passage of time, I built a mask
from storm clouds and crossed arms.
It sharpened my vision and covered my past
and scrambled the facts, and did me harm.
I am a shield of skin-covered bone.
I am this mask, and I am alone.

I was given this face by a couple of drunks,
never told its name or its place in history.
Then they crawled into bottles and never crawled out.
That was the thing that they gifted me,
before I was thrown into abandonment.
So I put on the mask and I turned into them.

I like how the mask fits,
puts everything at a distance

Lovers wanted me to take it off
to taste who I was underneath.
Just to find another mask, then another;
masks are all there is of me.
I traded the rest to try and feel safe,
but too late.

I'm invisible to myself, naked to the world,
the masks are working inside-out.
I wear my map on my face, you can find me,
next to all my secrets laid-out.
Now I am a tour through a gallery.
I am the pictures but I don't recognize me.

Now I am a shield, now I am a mask,
now I am an unenviable task.