The Mask
It cuts her heart to know
there is no such thing as truth
in this damned world she lives.
Her heart is ripped apart
by every lie.
But she puts on her mask,
everything is fine.
No one sees her pain,
all the hurt in side.
To everyone else,
she's fine.
Does no one see
this mask on her?
Does no one see
all the pain she hides?
No they only see her mask.
The happy, version of her.
An alter ego.
Either they're really that blind,
or they don't care enough.
Which is contrary
to what comes from their mouths.
But beneath her mask
pain is etched
into every crevice.
Every piece of her being.
Heart, soul, mind.
The mask is strong,
cultivated for years.
But sometimes,
the pain from the lies
afflicted on her
is too much.
The real her slips out,
no one recognizes her.
The pain filled, morbid girl.
Who's been hiding all along.
Who's the real one.
They try to help her,
convince her they care.
Lies still,
seeping from their mouths.
They may not know her,
but she knows them.
Years of watching and learning.
She knows them better than
the fake one does.
She doesn't believe their lies.
Oh sweet little lies
spilling from their mouths.
They don't know her so,
they can't help her.
They'll watch her die
with a smile on her face.
They want to help,
or so they say,
but she doesn't want it.
Tired of lies and this world.
Already weary,
not even at the cusp of adulthood.
She's ready to die,
ready to go.
My dear friends,
who's mouths spewed the tiring lies,
just let me go.....
there is no such thing as truth
in this damned world she lives.
Her heart is ripped apart
by every lie.
But she puts on her mask,
everything is fine.
No one sees her pain,
all the hurt in side.
To everyone else,
she's fine.
Does no one see
this mask on her?
Does no one see
all the pain she hides?
No they only see her mask.
The happy, version of her.
An alter ego.
Either they're really that blind,
or they don't care enough.
Which is contrary
to what comes from their mouths.
But beneath her mask
pain is etched
into every crevice.
Every piece of her being.
Heart, soul, mind.
The mask is strong,
cultivated for years.
But sometimes,
the pain from the lies
afflicted on her
is too much.
The real her slips out,
no one recognizes her.
The pain filled, morbid girl.
Who's been hiding all along.
Who's the real one.
They try to help her,
convince her they care.
Lies still,
seeping from their mouths.
They may not know her,
but she knows them.
Years of watching and learning.
She knows them better than
the fake one does.
She doesn't believe their lies.
Oh sweet little lies
spilling from their mouths.
They don't know her so,
they can't help her.
They'll watch her die
with a smile on her face.
They want to help,
or so they say,
but she doesn't want it.
Tired of lies and this world.
Already weary,
not even at the cusp of adulthood.
She's ready to die,
ready to go.
My dear friends,
who's mouths spewed the tiring lies,
just let me go.....