Thirteen

1 • The Face

The Face

The face she's wearing on my face

Is not my face at all.

The girl that's breathing in this girl

Is really just a wall.

The girl that's "me", the face you see,

Is just a happy mask.

The breath you hear, the smile I wear,

"Is whose then?" Do you ask.

The one you see, the girl that's "me"

Is always full of fun.

She laughs a lot, has always got

A smile for everyone.

Within the smile, once in a while,

You'll catch a sudden stare,

As from the "fun", she longs to run

To someone who would care.

Beneath the face, there lurks a place

Of shadows, pain and sadness.

Under the laugh, there runs a path

Of shudders, blame and badness.

It's not her fault, she'd like to halt

The life she's forced to lead.

Who could she tell about her "hell"?

There's no one there who'd need.

She hoped one day, t'would go away

And leave her safe and free.

Then in its place, would be my face,

Myself I'd truly be.

The face I'd wear upon my face,

Would be my face, you see

The girl that breathed within this girl

Would just be me.