Nothing is what it seems
Masks are in place
as of now
No one to talk to
to get this pain
and torment off of my chest
Once loved
and carefree
i'm now a devilish soul
with nothing to regret
for I feel no guilt.
I am worthless
as worthless as they get
as it seems to be me.
I am that actress
in this well rehearsed play
a stunted image of
what I used to be.
I cannot find the
way out of this dark and lonesome alleyway
Running into dead ends
and running out of time
I am
never to find out
whats was in store for me--
why was I born,
into such distaste and hate?
I am unworthly
of greatness I have
Save me for
i've needed an oxygen mask
on this air deprived soul
for as long as I could remember.
to help me to seek the reality
that I wish was a falsehood.
So, please,
help me
to understand
and figure out
how to get out of this hell
for I am
a sad child
stuck in a
womans body
what can I do to figure out
how to get out...
pf this well
rehearsed nightmare?
