I see the beautiful mask you wear,
A type that set your cheeks on a hill and play our eyes.
This makeup of lies;
lay a foundation on your face
and build a perfect smile of deceit,
beautifully
hiding the pains beneath your eyes...
.
I see the beautiful mask you wear,
those clothes that covers the pains beneath your skin.
pose for the camera
hope the flashlight
illuminate your soul and force your cheeks to smile.
The pictures of you
pictures paradise
but your heart lives in hell,
burning
Broken
drenched of sorrow..
Yet you somehow still draw those eyebrows so well and walk graciously on those heels..
.
They call you FAKE
I call you STRONG.