Wake up to pain

Every morning I wake
to a world full of hate.
I open my eyes,
put on my disguise
to cover up
this f.u.c.k up.

I bathe in fear,
dress in words none will hear.
I slip on a mistake
and spray the scent of hate.

I eat a portion of efface
brush away crumbs of disgrace.
Drink a hot cup of alone
extra pain, hold the condone.

Got my tears in my pocket
my heart in my locket.
my memories in my purse
and my smiles rehearsed.

I crack open the door
unknowing whats in store
Im finally ready
to start todays tragedy