I colour in my lips and
Draw on a smile,
I paint my skin and
Hide behind it all for a while.

I outline my eyes and
Shade them in,
Use dark colours and
Black lines so thin.

Sleek strokes of the brush and
Warm, rosy cheeks of pink blush,
Create the illusion that this is all real,
This laugh, this smile, this glow,
Yes,
Forget what's true, forget how I feel.

Surrounded by mistakes & regrets?
Labels don't define you
Are you running this race
Fighting demons inside your head?
I don't think I am nonchalant
If I don't scream at the top of my lungs;
I am alive, but death on the inside
Life is like a treasure chest
Full of gold, silver, trophies, souvenirs,
Miscellaneous items that at times mean nothing but an attachment of challenges and accomplishments; yet none define who you truly are on the inside.

Copyright © Cynthia Ulloa
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When the sun is gone,
When the moon is not shone,  
There is always someone,  
Whose always alone,  

When the rain has stopped,
And the streets are wet,  
His tears have dropped,  
He is really sad , I bet,  

When he is surrounded by darkness,
When he is filled with regret,  
His soul and body unite in coldness,
He looks familiar perhaps you guys met,  

He is me...

I cry in the shower
so you cant hear how sad I am
I hide behind the door to my room
so you don't see how much of a mess I am
I do all these things so you don't have to worry
I cry all alone because I don't want to bee week
Tired of the hateful words kids speak
I cried out to God or whoever was listening
that they would take my life as I cried awake at nigh
I don't expect you to know this
so it might surprise you
that when I smiled I was rely trying
when I laughed I just tried to bare it
Because even thou I hate the world
I love you
and I could never put you threw that
Even when you left me, and asked me to still be friends
I grinned and bared it
That was the first night that I really cried for something real
Don't worry I've lived this long I can deal