How did my life end up this way?
Fake face, fake friends fake memories
being someone I don't want to be
trapped in this mirror of misery
Make up, dress up
made up personality
this doesn't define me
who am I suppose to be?
Sometimes I wonder,
if my true self exists
this mask on my face
seeps skin to skin
bone to bone
My graceful soul thrown
for a mask to be shown
