My different faces

You might see me walking down the street
Or running near a shore with my naked feet
Always having a pale color in my eyes
Hiding and believing to many lies...
Or I can come and smile at u gently
As u talk to me...and i answer friendly
But again my face expresses bitterness
Scaring everybody around and giving me loneliness
How about me standing at the other window
Waving at u..but u see the sharp knife
In my other hand...ready 2 take my life
But what if i appear as an angel?
Whispering slowly there's no danger
Suddenly..my wings are burning
Carrying me in the sky's chaos and i end up crawling..

~© by Andra - thanks 4 looking~