We all silently sit alone in our rooms Tampering with the mask we hide behind Making it have a painted on smile Little do they know itβs painted in blood Yes we hide behind a ****** hand print Slathered across the ceramic mask It cracks away only for a moment And shows our true colors within The ones we try so hard to hide from the world So we donβt have to make them worry about us But deep inside us we want to feel loved So we crack the mask and let the world know That yes we are happy and yes we laugh But deep behind the mask we all are dead inside.
Organic poems are a favorite of mine. Easier to pass a message on