She walks around wearing a mask,
unfortunately the mask is glass,
she thinks that those around can't see,
her anger or her misery.
Her mask is moulded with a smile,
that she thinks hides the pain and guile,
her true reactions in plain sight,
behind the glass her words have bite.
I wish she'd take it from her face,
and it with honesty replace.
Some folks if that mask were to melt,
would love her whatever things she felt.
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I'm excited by little things, like shiny plastic and new friends. I go to the beach in winter.
You sit in the corner You sit in the sink You sit almost everywhere I think Not to any value Respect or care You can hear it softly lisp It's not fair Get out of my mind And out of my sight I'm...
The emotion police are wreaking havoc inside of me, Handing out fines to all of my organs Because they are underpaid and fear unemployment.
They're like evil little monsters That eat away your life. You tell one, And somehow it multiplies itself. It grows and boils inside To the point where you find yourself drowned in them.
There it was again, This strange fleeting dream. It's almost like a friend of mine, Been with me since my teens. Constant running from fears, Each time in a different mask.
I like to run. It puts a distance between the old me and me. I run in any direction I can. As long as it is away from me. The old me is a good runner too. Always catching up with me.
There is a battle ground. Well worn by years of fighting. The war is a civil one. Same entity, different ideas.
You hurt me. I hate you. No I don't. Never mind. I love you. I hate you. I am devil. I am angel. I am hurting. I am smiling. What's there left to kill. You left me. You killed me.
I got the brains, but I lack in other places. The look of post-threat slowly filling up their faces. One track mind won't forget all my troubles, leave them floating around in their little bubbles.
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