Hidden behind this mask. . .

Hiding behind a mask
of what they want to see
the mask portrays a strong smiling girl
the furthest thing from me

behind the mask however
this girl is far from strong
crumbling on the inside
trapped in a world gone wrong

her every thought tainted
by the memories that remain
nothing can save her now
or take away the pain

understanding what its like
to feel alone without a friend
drowning in the darkness
praying for the end

tired of the shame and hate
she deals with every day
filled with despise, remorse,
make it go away

looking in the mirror crying
because she hates whats staring back
all she sees is imperfections
and an empty heart of black

the words echoing in her mind
broken beyond repair
wishing to break down, to fall
but to catch her: no ones there

she pretends to lead a perfect life
but nothings what it seems
so she thinks of ways to rid her life
from the pain of broken dreams

longing for a caring shoulder
on which to wipe her tears
cannot bear it much longer
suffocated by her fears

she feels as though theres no release
so the pain, it lingers
and understanding lies just beyond
the desparation of her reaching fingers

the mask she wears is slipping
until she can hide no more
this unbearable hell she calls her life
dealt with behind closed doors