Aguish of those who suffer,
trying to escape the monster.
Behind the mask carries a lot—
anger, embarrassment and loathe.
At night, the silent screams
So loud they echoed in dreams.
Silence— but consumed with fear,
she's really trying to fit in here.
Screams that only she can hear,
the pain that she can't bear.
You would never dare to see hell,
the loneliness and anger she feel.
She smiles and make people heal,
not knowing her happiness isn't real.
Monsters threatened to swallow her whole,
she started building her unbreakable wall.
On her wrist lies the wound,
the marks that she made.
Whenever she feels so low,
she cut it with the blade.
Behind the mask was something,
no one would really dare telling.
To punish her sinful body,
but it doesn't make her holy.
