Losing sight of who i am

Can I be pretty through the tears can you hold me and make It better? can you rip apart all i have and serve the new me on a platter. can you feed me all your lies so much slower this time? I want you to be able to read me and not forget what i have left inside. I don't think the tears are worth my blood. I dont think this face is anything good. I can't reconize myself under this smile. you play with me a little while. you dress me up and make me bleed, so i can fit their decentsies. I'm not all they expect to see. when I'm gone can you remember me? because this mask won't come off and I'm slowly dying.