I feel like a prisoner in my own skin
These scars that I let sink in
Are now pulling me closer to the brink
I may not have the courage to go away
But the reality makes me want to take that path anyway
The sharp blade keeps tearing my skin apart
But these scars on my body do not compare to the ones on my heart
I constantly find myself standing over the edge
Trying to wake up from this dread
But am afraid, one misstep and all I will see is Red.

I've had this mask on for soo long,
That it no longer feels Wrong.
An integral part of Me it has come to be,
I no longer will let myself be Me,
For the secrets that are Underlying,
Are the truths that I keep Denying.
Not a single soul has seen me Unmask,
If they do, They will take a step back,
Because beauty is far from what the Mask hides,
And Disgusting is what they will think I am Inside.
My loved ones will never look at me the Same,
I'am petrified they will cast me out of their Frame.
Loneliness is not something that one Craves,
If Unmasked, it will be the only companion standing at my Grave.
These Secrets that I hold,
Should forever remain Untold,
For once they are unleashed,
I will become Obsolete.

- Worthless Penny