Paper-Mache

By !*!Bee!*!

I tell you I'm strong,but you know me to well.You know it's a lie.I hate lying to you.But to see those eyes look at me in pain,I hate that more.I try to paint a pretty picture,act like everything is fine.It's not.I don't fool you.You see through my paper-mache mask.You see me standing there with my heart bleeding.You watch helplessly as I fall to pieces.You look on in guilt as my soul leaves me to mingle with the wind on tattered wings.Why guilt?Because I lied to you about how bad it really was,and you didn't realize?Or was it because this time you couldn't save me?Don't feel bad it wasn't your fault.I'm....ashamed,that you have to see me like this.I'm falling now,and it seems like you're miles away,but somehow you reach me just before I hit the ground.Now you're gathering my broken pieces.You hug them close and soak them in a rain of tears.Do you care?I'm sorry,I never meant to hurt you like this.It took some time,but you've managed to puzzle me back together.But I'm ....different. You and I both know it,I've changed.I don't have that twinkle in my eyes anymore.And when you look at me,When I'm off guard,you don't see those hidden smiles,you see a shattered girl on the verge of tears.My paper-mache mask fools some people.But when you look at me,you see only the shell of the girl you used to know.And I know,that you now these scars won't heal.I'm just sorry you had to witness everything.