The masks we wear to hide who we are

Clowns...

I'm like a clown...
Wearing a face...

That face is intentionally painted on,
Hide my pain from being scorned.

My face says I'm not sad and lonely,
I've learned to live life as a phoney.

To the outside world,
I'm just an ordinary girl.

I'm a mere face in crowd,
Just trying my best to around.

Inside I'm dying,
Keeping myself from crying.

Reaching out for help?
Ha. No one cares,
I am not their cross to bare.

Everyday deep with-in,
I hold down my demons and pray not to sin.

Sorrow...
That's what I feel for myself,
Not worth a shit, not worth the help.

My painted face is starting to crack,
Revealing my true colors...deepest black.

I hate myself and this painted face I wear,
That's what happens in a world that doesn't care.

This is where I say goodbye,
Better off dead then in this fight.

What kind of mask are you wearing today?