This is a world of masks.
This is a world of fake and
this is a world of backstabs.
I watched as people walk around
with faces of plastic and paint.
I watched as people glared at me
with eyes like daggers and poison.
They watched as I put on a mask
with white teeth and rosy cheeks.
Sometimes I think it's safe
Sometimes I peek outside the mask and
sometimes I speak my mind.
They listen with painted faces
They listen with stilled expressions
They listen to each other gossip after I depart.
I can feel their eyes
I can feel the words
I can feel the pain that stabs me like a voodoo doll.
It's hard to tell if the face they wear is genuine
or just a mask.

You were in my dream last night
of course you were
because my dreams are the only place where you're mine.
A smile and a touch is all it takes,
and I'm head over heals in love again.
A playful shove and laugh,
and we're alone in the world, and I'm not scared.
A pair of fluttering eyelids and a harsh alarm
and I'm back to reality
back to war
back to winter
back to a world without *I'm sorry.

Ears are like keyholes
Words are like keys
If what is said doesn't fit,
it won't go in.
If what is said is denied,
the words will be changed
to fit the ears.
But every notch you fill,
every carve you make,
is only hurting you.
It's a pain that is subtle at first,
but the reality of it sets in;
you crumble to pieces.
I've changed so many keys
to fit so many ears,
but I can't stop,
even when every tear is like acid.
Ears only want specific keys,
and will turn away anything else.
It's about time someone listened
to the raw words that mumble in my mind.
It's about time that I force the key in,
instead of shaping it to their liking,
instead of leaving scars on my cheeks.
It's about time,
for them to
face reality.

in one swift movement
ive casted you out
of my secret world
and i want to think
that youre out somewhere
all cold and alone
in reality
you are probably
fine

i walk all alone
in my secret world
everywhere i turn
memories of you
walk behind me like
ghosts

you are the black line
that leaves the rainbow
stained

you left dead flowers
where we once watched the
stars

you were not content
with leaving your mark
you tried to change me
all i can ask is
why

i guess im not bright
enough to be your
star

if only
they could shine
a little
bit brighter

there is nothing
wrong with the stars
and how they shine
like a dozen
scattered diamonds

i want to
change the stars
so that they
shine brightest*

but i like them
the way they are
he took the brush
and he started
to dot the sky
with bitter lies

i scream for halt
he doesnt stop
destroying stars
is like killing
a hope held dear

i brought you
to my world
let you in
so you can
make your mark
i want to
recall you
Forever

please take this
a paintbrush
and help me
complete me

yours on mine
hands stacked
synchronized
to create
something new

one large stroke
and spectrums
arch the skies
where we lay
together
in the field
of flowers

let me sleep
on your arm
as we watch
the stars shine
and you say
*if only
they could shine
a little
bit brighter