He glances from across the room, the lies uttered from people that hardly know me.
I should be used to it by now, the incessant tears that threaten to fall.
People talk too loud, too much and my head starts to hurt.
My misgivings and unfortunate timing threatens to be the fall of my oh so fantastic reputation.
I try to fight it, hold my head up high.
But it falls, with the all too familiar feeling of failure.
The honest smile seems to have faded, now replaced by an imposter.
The brightest eyes now hold the worst burden, the most tears.
The whole-hearted girl, now grasping, groping to hold onto the final piece.
The only one she's got left.
Her once incoherent sentences now fail to fill the air.
The mask, placed over.
Hiding her real feelings behind a welcome facade.
No one seems to know the difference,
No one seems to realize.
But she'll keep trying, she'll keep going.
just to prove she's worth something.
