When waking up I put on a face hiding the scars within.
a coping mecanisim to deal with my shatter heart.
Melting on my golden plated veil unable to be seen unless welded to my face I am incapable of showing who I really am afraid that the crators on my skin will hollow in and reveal everything I have work oh so hard to make disappear.
Emotions no longer coming naturel I am paralyzed of any feeling.
Smiling becomes a machine operated muscle movement.
Sliding lens over my eyes hoping no one can see past them and into my lifeless caved in soul.
Crying for help but perfection silences all my pleads.
I am sruck behind the mistakes I have made clawing on the walls of self destruction.
Bleeding out self hate.
Sinking into the grounds of those who have forgotten who they are.
