There it is the crack again
In the mask upon a face so far lost
Placed there years ago
Made of the lightest of materials
Delicate
fragile
Painted of different colors
Taken of different artists
The smile on the outside
Matches the real one
All to realistically
And the crack causes stares
When it marks the perfect face
Made for the not so perfect girl
And while in repair
The girl makes excuses
That are her worst lies
But no one knows the difference
Because no one looks closely enough
And in no time at all
The crack is mended
And she goes back
Back to masking her pain
Behind a flawless
Mockery of happiness
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 7:03 PM UTC
There it is the crack again
In the mask upon a face so far lost
Placed there years ago
Made of the lightest of materials
Delicate
fragile
Painted of different colors
Taken of different artists
The smile on the outside
Matches the real one
All to realistically
And the crack causes stares
When it marks the perfect face
Made for the not so perfect girl
And while in repair
The girl makes excuses
That are her worst lies
But no one knows the difference
Because no one looks closely enough
And in no time at all
The crack is mended
And she goes back
Back to masking her pain
Behind a flawless
Mockery of happiness