It's consistent so you keep it
It's the only thing that's stuck by, so you keep it
It's the only think that can't leave on its own so you keep it.
It's the only thing that makes those scars, and you keep them.
They ask you if you're okay and you laugh to yourself.
"Oh yeah I'm fine," you say as you plaster on a smile.
You kinda laugh to yourself, "Wow haven't felt this bad in a while."
Try to hide it but no facade seems to stay.
Maybe I can be my true self one day.
