The face that I wear, is it real?
The smile that I put, instead of fear,
When I laugh all alone, is it me?
Or
Is it pain that I feel really deep?
The pain that I feel, does it ache?
The life that I live, will it make her happy?
Or
Will it shrivel up and die at my feet?
Will the ice crack below underneath?
Can I stop overthinking over things?
The face that I wear, isn’t me.
Hidden behind mirrors
The face that I wear, is it real?