I face the self I cannot see
The one I secretly want to be
The one that scratches, itches and screams
Who's longing to be me
I face tomorrow cause it came today
And I wasted it all wishing for yesterday
Not a choice was made nor a helpful change
I'll do it tomorrow anyways
I face the question that no one asked
Who is the one behind the mask
They peak behind and accept at first
But neither them or I can ever last
I face the reason, the excuse, the game
Of being delightful while going insane
Would it be better to blend in with the same shade
Or to streak the whole picture with the stain of my name
I face the reality and truth of my life
No good as a girl, a woman or wife
Yet a sinful saint I've strived to be
Burning for the reasons I believed to be right
I face my addictions to being addicted
I face the struggle of being self inflicted
I face the honesty of all of my lies
I face yet allow all conflicting contradictions
I face the obvious yet cannot see
What I even want for me
If not to suffer or have delight motivate
Then I know myself only to never be