The scars on my skin,
They were all made by me.
They serve as a reminder of my storms
And the feelings I was trying to set free.

Look me in the eyes,
They are clouded.
Will you be able to see past the disguise?
Will you ever break the walls by which I’m surrounded?

Plastered smile and hysterical laugh,
Hide every single crack,
And keep the fury from emerging,
In me, a war is raging.

So don’t tell me how lovely I am,
It is merely a mask,
When you look deep within,
Then, your questions you may ask.