Master of Disguise

I wear this
fake smile
shining to all
so it seems.
after all
no one wants to
see deformity.
no one sees whats going on
how I'm torn up inside.
all they see is the
mask Ive created.
all they see is the lies.
its good
its what i want
no one should have to know
that I'm scarred,
torn,
malformed,
destroyed from all these blows.
the physical ones
they fade
Ive sown the outside together.
but inside theres a storm
that even god cant weather.
Ive pieced together this image
of a happy content girl
when really all i am is a seething mass of turmoil.
but I'm a master if disguise
i have to be
who would accept what they don't understand?
but I'm tired of the lies
this nasty sea,
I'm rising from the depths
looking for my land