I never met someone
That I could call a friend
Not a true one
All those people
You see me with
Are accompanied by my
Long worn mask
But
From the day that I met you
A simple greeting
Exchange of smiles and glances
Keep repeating
If only there were such things
As second chances
Should I have done that?
I felt so...
Sane
Calm
Free...
And...
Happy?...
Then a porcelain mask...
Started to crack...
Every day I talk to you
Bits and pieces fall
Showing only fragments
Of my true self
Do you see through my act?
After the truth dies
My mind may never be intact
I'm filled with lies
Twisted opinions turned to fact
Do you see it in my eyes?
Tell me...
When every shard is gone
When I stand near
When I'm... Human...
Will you still be my...




Friend?
Or would you disappear?