Just Ask

I hide under my clothes,
Or under a silent smile,
Be hide a mask,
The real me you'll never find,

The only time,
You can see this crimson soul,
Is in the dark,
With a heart made of gold,

The purest or people,
Will all realise,
That what they see each day,
Are total personality lies,

In the back of my mind,
Is who I am,
A girl with emptiness inside,
Who belongs permanently at CAM's,

If you want to know the truth,
About how I live each day,
Just ask my blade,
That will soon take me away.

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on May 8th, 2005