Everyday, I wake,
Powder my face
To hide who I am,
Cover my disgrace
I line my eyes with black,
As a symbol of discontent
And the fact that I mourn,
For things not meant
Blush, on my cheeks,
Adding colour, my soul lacks
Make myself a lie,
Front and back
Put on pretty clothes,
To better fit in
So people don't see me,
Then know of my sins
Every day,
With the same routine
Living my lie,
Not seeing what I've seen
Everyone else,
Seeming just fine
Able to leave,
The past behind
Not me,
I want to be like "The Drones"
Feeling nothing,
Just a bag of bones