Our world starting with me

I'm tired of faking this mask upon my saddened face,
The pain, hidden so deep right behind the hearts rate,
The memories forever to haunt me, none to replace,
Scars there to remind me from the worlds falling fate,

Knee deep in emotions, tears fogging up the vision,
Hidden so well people don't think of my depressions,
But the impact leaves me breathless by the collision,
I need to let it out, tell everyone my confessions,

Scream to the world, we need to see what's in the inside,
Stop being so blind to the truth, stop this emotional ride,
Come out, and stop wanting the real you to hide,
And help all those people who stay up all night and cried,

I want a world where I can be who I am, not put up a mask,
Stop being so fearful people won't like me, is that too much to ask?
I want to help myself to being who I am, but that's such a difficult task,
I want to be able to breathe fresh air, not fearing this could be the last,

I want to stop cutting, and help the teens who do the same,
And stop those worshiping those in the star-fame,
I want the world to not be a survival for the fittest game,
And the popular to stop making fun of the lame,

Our world is not perfect, and neither are we,
How can people be so blind to what they see?
I would rather the world be let be,
And all I can do is start with me.

Written by Makalah Sept. 13, 2008