Sick of being talked down to

You know what hurts me?
So ******* much?

Is that the last time we properly talked
It was about my lungs
About how Im scared of young death

I trusted you enough to tell you
I trusted you enough to let it out

But not once.
Not once did you ask me how I was doing
Not once did you check up on me

And it hurts
It hurts
So much

That I could've died and it wouldnt have effected you at all.

Im an artist that specialises in masks
I can make you see only what I want you to see

My masks vary in shapes and sizes
Tough
Sharp
Happy
Smiling
Doing fine
Doing great
To block you out
To let you in

I control how people see me
Thats unless they know how to take off the mask

I know its weird
Like I should've gotten over it months ago

But I think Im still in love with you

No, I wont do anything about it
No, I wont say anything about it
But I will always care
And I will always be here

Sick of feeling ugly
Sick of feeling below everyone else
I just want to look desirable
I want to wear no makeup and be able to smile
I want to look in the mirror without expecting it to crack

I want to be loved
For who I am
The way I look

But if the sayings true
That I have to love myself before you do
Then I guess Ill always be an alone mess

You don't even say hi anymore
You hang out with people who value wealth and looks over kindness
Change can't be stopped
But I never thought
That one day Id barely recognise you

The earths been around for approximately 46 billion years
Now lets turn that into 46 years
Humans have only been here for 4 hours
We've been here for less than a second
And yet look at our world now

We may not have been here long
But long enough to detroy the world we live in