who would love a girl like me a girl that has always been struggling to be free yes she’s fun, she’s crazy, but that just masks her anxiety peace is a word that’s long gone and missing from her dictionary
See this smile? Isnt it perfect? Isnt it beautiful? I spent so long perfecting this hand crafted mask and Everyone loves it I mean it looks nice It looks so.. Real
I like how it looks too Though its not how i feel I still like looking the role im supposed to play Always happy Always someones Ray of sunshine
I love it so much that i hate taking it off anymore I dont want to have people concerned about me I dont want anyone worrying about me and my insecurities Its such a waste of valuable life
This mask has saved me and otheres so much Its only ever failed me twice or so I just love it Its hid the real me from the world And I know thats for the best Of others The people i love And Maybe even me One day I might convince myself i am happy That i am loved not for this perfect mask But maybe loved for Who i really Am If the world could even take that
The way her face crumples together, and her eyes turn red, as if her entire world is falling apart makes me feel sorry for her. I reach out to comfort her, but my hand touches the mirror and won't pass through.
you kiss me like you’re about to take your last breath stroke and caress my body and whisper ***** things in my ear you lust me with such a passion like your being is about to combust take a bite out of me and **** life as we know it