Happy Masks

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by Haileysman

by Haileysman

Wake up every day a soul faded
Mind jaded
Thoughts over contemplated
Going over all my mistakes in my head
It's killing me dead
I can't go on
I can't tell what's right or wrong
Can't go off of fact or sin
When I can't stand my own religion
Can't stand the state of my face
Can't stand the taste of this place
Tastes like loneliness
And disregard
Failed attempts to keep up my guard
I'm always falling down
When you ain't around
I can't keep my head up
When It's bringing me down

Then there's you
And all the things that you do
I see your pain
And I see the abuse
It looks to me,
Like they just hold the noose
They laugh and joke around like nothings bothering you
Why half the fucking time they got a problem with you
They push and pull at all the mistakes you make
Then they turn around and love you like they aren't so fake
They're fake
I hate everyone else alone
In spite of the fact that you are my home
When in person
Or on the phone
I try to keep you safe
But in the end
I'm powerless
And I can't pretend

We wake up every morning
And put on our happy masks
We wake up every morning
And we fill in the cracks
We wake up every morning
And we put on our happy masks
I wish we didn't have to wake up
And fake all this happy crap

It's bullshit
That's what it is
It's fucking terrible and tragic
But it's the real shit
It happens everyday
I see it with my own eyes
I see the shit they put you through
And it makes me cry
It puts in a state of mind of either dying or trying
Cause why even try when I'm to busy crying
I hate the world
And I hate what they see
They see you as ugly
Not the beautiful girl I see
I see a special soul
Ready to take on the world
I see a torn up soul
That's had it with their world
Had it with them
She wants to run away
But it's worthless in the end
They'll find her
Punish her
For how they act
Abuse
And make fun of her that..
Is parenting 101
It doesn't sound right
And it isn't fun
That's not how it's supposed to be done
They're just druggies and addicts
Addicted to the habit
Of taking everything out on her with every hit,
Every joint
And every blow,
Dammit this shits gotta go
I hate this rhyme it's over
I'm finished I'm done
This is so fucking true to what's been done

Time
Such a terrible thing
Goes way to fast
It never stops to thinks
Constantly moving
Constantly gone
Then it's all over
I'm moved, and I'm gone