Getting out of bed every morning gets harder
Putting on a new face before heading out into the world, seems easier
Lying every day is a habit of mine
A hobby you might say, but not one to be enjoyed
Something like, art, music, writing, cooking, now those are hobbies
Keeping a smile every day is getting easier to fake
A mask to hide my frown
A wall to hide my worry
With ever wall that breaks two grow in its place
Make-up to cover the shame
Baggy clothing to cover the pain
Every day I try to be me but,
Every day my voice gets buried by my lies
Every morning is getting harder to face
Putting on a new mask is getting easier