We all silently sit alone in our rooms
Tampering with the mask we hide behind
Making it have a painted on smile
Little do they know it’s painted in blood
Yes we hide behind a ****** hand print
Slathered across the ceramic mask
It cracks away only for a moment
And shows our true colors within
The ones we try so hard to hide from the world
So we don’t have to make them worry about us
But deep inside us we want to feel loved
So we crack the mask and let the world know
That yes we are happy and yes we laugh
But deep behind the mask we all are dead inside.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
We all silently sit alone in our rooms
Tampering with the mask we hide behind
Making it have a painted on smile
Little do they know it’s painted in blood
Yes we hide behind a ****** hand print
Slathered across the ceramic mask
It cracks away only for a moment
And shows our true colors within
The ones we try so hard to hide from the world
So we don’t have to make them worry about us
But deep inside us we want to feel loved
So we crack the mask and let the world know
That yes we are happy and yes we laugh
But deep behind the mask we all are dead inside.
Organic poems are a favorite of mine. Easier to pass a message on
