What they all see on the outside,
The smile behind which my heavy heart hides...
A shield against their harsh little words...
How and what everyone thinks of me...
The place I go when no one cares,
The way I run when I am scared
Of all the world beyond the lace
that adorns and covers my face
A painted heart, a false little smile
Hiding a broken one most of the while
The excuses I use when doubt rears its head
Th words I spit when nothing issaid
My home, my refuge, my shelter from all
The one I went to when no one saw
The friend I needed when no one else came
The image that fooled them and stayed the same
My answer to all when no one would ask.
My whole other half, my long worn mask.
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