Derailed is my train of thoughts,
My head, a complete mess,
My aching heart some warmth does seek,
How broken I am, you can never guess.
Cause I hide this pain under that mask,
A big bright smile the one that shows,
The one that always shows a happy girl,
While inside, the pain just continues to grow.
I was proud of the mask I made,
Cause it hides that weak girl below,
It hides her tears and suicidal thoughts,
While a strong, optimistic girl is all it shows.
But all I wanted was someone to see,
What's below that mask that they adore,
To see my real broken self,
And still love me like before.
Is that too much for me to ask?
To be loved for who I really am?
Is their ignorance that hard to break?
Or is that mask that hard to wham?
But no one saw beneath the mask,
And it slowly became a part of me,
A me without the mask doesn't exist,
Cause the mask is the only face I can see.
Now no one knows who I really am,
Not you, not even me,
Maybe it's because of that mask I wore,
For too long for anyone to see.
