I once started as a poor kid
I found a way to make things out of the pity others gave me
A mask that is perfect
To hide all the scars
But then people saw me as perfect when I wasn't
People looked to me for help
But the mask was so good at hiding me
Sometimes people forgot I was even there
People build me a tower made out of gold
A big yellow shiny tall rectangle that stands next to gray rectangles in the dark and empty black room
And everyone looks up at my tower
It's so tall people can't see the top
They keep bulding it, feeling satisfied
Little do they know I fell off a long time ago
Into endless darkness
Each time the tower gets higher
I fall farther
I keep pretending i'm up there, calling out and saying hi to others
But i'm drowning in black water
I'm losing my voice
They can't tell my voice is from below, because i'm so far away
I keep falling behind the tower they build me
They can't see me, I pretend i'm okay
It won't ever end
Will it ever end?
Could it please end?
I call for help
But my lungs are filled with water
I tell them who I really am
They ignore me
I'm the unperfect image
You will never see
