Why me?
Why do these tears flow from my eyes?
All they do is scream and fight.
Sometimes I wish I could just walk out and say my goodbyes.
Every night I wipe my eyes,
Every day I paste a smile.
Everything feels way to real,
But at the same time it feels like I've been living someone else life for miles.
I try to please them to the max.
My life is really just one big fake.
I feel I have to be the perfect child.
But how much more can I really take.
My close friends were the only ones who really knew me.
Now they're slowly disappearing.
I start to wonder if they were ever true.
If not, why did they always pretend to be caring?
I hide underneath these masks,
Hiding the truth from everyone,
Wishing it to never show,
But these masks are starting to weigh a ton.
Sometimes I wish I could just let it all go,
But I still continue to hold it all back.
What am I afraid of?
People seeing the shame hidden underneath, and starting to yak?
Maybe I'm afraid of getting hurt worse,
If they knew they might start to fake.
Fake to care and fake to be friends.
That, I don't think, I could ever take.
