Friends,
Dad,
Oh how they are fooled,
By my mask,
Of happiness,
Of being mentally ok,
But they are fooled,
Oh so fooled,
See I wear it now,
Like it is my real emotion,
The real feelings I have,
Not even having to think about it,
Because of how long it been there,
You see,
If I took it off,
And let the true face show,
It would be to much to handle,
The sadness,
Depression,
The look and feeling,
Of just not giving a damn anymore,
About myself of course,
I do get upset because I'm not asked if I'm ok or not,
When I see other people get asked that,
But then I remember,
I have a mask,
And no one has seen it yet,
And so because of that,
I am not asked the question,
I want to take it off at times,
But yet,
The mask stays,
And I go threw life,
Taking what ever punches I get,
And not complain,
Not anymore,
So now you see,
They have been fooled,
Tricked into believing a false reflection,
Of their friend,
Of his daughter,
Oh fooled,
How horribly fooled
