My eyes open
Pierce through the dark
I crawl into my skin
Its time to pretend to be a monarch

A dead black heart
Rotting flesh that surounds
Completely torn apart
Held together by a mask that bounds

Youthful and spry
Confidence amplified
If only they knew it was lie
And I was really dead inside

The anxiety that some one will see
Inside to the real me
Would I be killed if I was detected
Or would I be accepted

This black heart still has hopes and dreams
That life is more then it seems
That this mask is a cocoon
And I will be some thing beautiful soon