A fake smile painted on,
These eyes hide many secrets,
there is no glimmer, no shine.
Bland and colorless underneath,
Bright and colorful is what you see,
Under my mask, there are storm clouds and lightning bolts,
Bad memories and worthless hopes,
Evil creatures trying to peek,
Maybe when we meet,
You might get to see the real me hiding underneath.
Find the key,
And you may see,
That under my mask theres a different me.
