I can feel the mask is slipping
that the cracks are plain to see
with every poem that I write
people see the real me
They see the pain I'm feeling
they sense what I have lost
and I pray that in their lifetime
they never have to face this cost
For so long I've been "doing fine"
and "What's up?" is "nothing new"
But the truth is I've been broken
not so cleanly, but in two
I tried for so long now to hide it
while I regroup and make me whole
but the truth is that aint happening
the lights gone out, I've lost my soul
So for now I'll put the pen down
crawl into be and close my eyes
And pray that in the morning
I'll have the strength to live the lies