They can't see the empty eyes behind her soulful laugh They can't see the strained cheeks pulling at her stunning grin They can't see the worn out face under her vibrant make up They can't see the insecurity and doubt in her loud, confident voice They can't see the blatant cries for help laced in her exaggerated tales They can't see the broken home behind her loving stories They can't see theΒ Β girl trapped in her head from the lively persona she eludes.
For she is an unwilling actress and her life is the show And sadly it seems the show **must to go on
The masks we put on for society are a desperate cry for help to be ourselves