The only time I can ever be seen for who I am,
Is when I wake.
For after this moment I’m thrown into the day,
And after this moment the fake comes into play.
How could they ever know the truth?
That lies behind such a mask.
Plastered on in inches,
Where before the day, I bask.
My arms are stretched within this life,
Begging God to give me another chance.
Another chance with another face,
Not one that already holds such disgrace.
I’m only sixteen.
Not yet begun to live or so they say.
So tell me how it is,
That I find myself crying every day.
Staring into the same old pillow,
Longing for another way out.
Wishing there was more to life than this lasting pain.
Hoping that there’ll be no doubt,
And I’ll wake up…
Living the life of someone else.
But I won’t let the tears fall,
No.
I can never let the tears fall.
In fear that it’ll smudge my make-up and after all,
I need it to be half confident.
Half strong.
Half brave.
Half alive.
