My face is like a mask,
It hides me from the truth,
It can let me be somebody else,
Somebody harsh, cruel, uncouth.
It hides my feelings when I want,
And lets me seem just fine,
And if I'm delusional on certain days,
I feel like the mask is mine.
Yet sometimes it constricts me,
And traps me with sadistic cheers,
And when I scream for help,
It makes sure no one hears.
A master manipulator is the mask,
Dark magic to beware,
But even when I stay away,
I know it's always there.
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Two little girls played quite differently, As one was quiet, reserved, The other balshy. The bruises were hidden under jumpers pulled down, While the girls looked at each other with disgusted frowns.
He lends me a darkness. so that i can truly see. He fills my heads silence. with the shrillest of screams. He bestows upon me memories. so vividly real. He temporarily bandages wounds.
I see your distorted image, In the shattered mirrored frame. The shards of glass spread, Tells us of your shame. Your jumbled up face, Worn out from all the lies.
A frozen calm has gripped my soul. A silence....so still. Emotions recede in the eye of the storm. I have taken my fill. Within the boundaries of my shell, A void, so deep.
I tell this slender lie Like a glue between saner days It flicks from my lips like snaketongue Anaesthetic, ripe and rude. Don't judge me, f***er. Take away the lie And you spill my crazy.
Yes I am, just a man. I change my words just like I change my plans. Write me up, where I stand. In this city where our privacy's banned. I've become, just a name.
What's this. You best look twice What's that. The test took twice What That. Illusion Confusion . What's that. Your losing Your feel Your bruising. Your will. Your cruising To kill.
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