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You lonely bird
How do you do it?
You fly so passionable, but your always alone
What do you see that I can’t?
I envy you
But I’ll never tell you how much I love you
Who are you
When no-one sees your face?
When the mask becomes so
Familiar you forget it's just a fake
Who are you
When you forget how to cry?
When your hands are still, although
You're trembling inside

Who are you
When even the mirror lies?
You catch sight of your reflection
And you SMILE, but you're dead inside
Who are you
And why do you hide away?
Two-Face, your face is beautiful
I hope you wear it right, some day
In the entertainment industry, it's often literally in our job description to be happy all the time, regardless of how we really feel. I noticed that I've started to smile reflexively whenever I see another person - including, apparently, my own reflection. Now I can't even be myself in my own bedroom, because the moment I look up and meet my own eyes, the mask goes back up.
.
.
don’t try to act all ******* heroic
like i was a tragedy
like you knew me
like it’s affected you


i never knew anyone
and i was born with an empty room for a heart
You’re told not to hate yourself
You’re told not to cry
You’re told to be happy
When you just want to die
Every day is the same
Encumbered with pain
As you lay there alone
Engulfed with silence
You feel at home
By yourself
Like you always are
They say to be glad
It can’t be that bad
But they don’t know
How it feels to be alone
Say what you mean.
Mean what you speak.
Hidden agenda is weak.
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