The tears I cry are like acid,
They burn and sting my delicate skin,
I am now no longer pretty,
My face has been burnt,
People say I'm beautiful,
I never believe them,
They will lie to get what they want,
Even I do that sometimes,
I lie and say everythings fine,
Just to see a smile on their face,
I want people happy,
So I lie,
Just like the rest,
Because no one can see the scars in my head,
It's all to easy,
I have a wall,
A mask like the rest,
The entire world wears it,
It seems to be fetch,
Everyone wears it afraid that they won't fit in,
It's sad,
Behind every mask is a story to why its worn,
I cry because I am gifted,
I can see what's written on the back,
I can see through the wall they've built in their eye's to block people from seeing their heart,
I cry behind closed doors,
For everyone of them,
My tears are like acid,
My tears are a combination of all their fears,
They burn my cheeks and melt my eyes,
All they see are lies,
Buried deep inside,
I find the hidden truth,
Through my acidic tears,
Don't become me,
It burns like fire,
And can hurt like hell.
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