Do you know what it's like to be in the
Nesting doll? To hide behind a mask?

To feel like that
Is the only way people will sing
Their hallelujahs? The only

Solace is when you're finally dead
Inside. When you finally speak, they hear a foreign language

No one knows that
You feel; No one really loves

You. No one can love the
Broken, porcelain doll. The hollowed shell, the girl who brings destruction.

She dreams of
Confessing her pain. Her sorrows. Of being

Honest. To put.  
Her feelings outside her mind. And then the mask goes back on