Can I be truly happy?
Strange it feels, that ask.
Stranger still, I can't seem to see -
A face beneath my mask.

i worry about my purpose a lot.
it's a pretentious thing to write down i know.
but if i didnt have purpose to contemplate
than all the screwdrivers downed
would be for nothing
all the evenings still in bed
would be for nothing
all of my short comings
would be for nothing.

if there's no corner piece
for me to slide into,
i might just bang my head into my desk
until i cant feel it anymore.

It took days,
only days,
for me to uncover
all you pretend you are not,
and all I do not
have to be a part of.
I smile for myself,
weep for those
who never even knew.

Yes, my love,
I weep for you.

Look at me
Look at me
What do you see?
Am I who I am or not?
All the people who loves me
Are the same people who really don’t

Look at me
Look at me
What do you see?
Looking in my eyes
Do you see a real person or just a lie?

In this world dictated by faces
I already forgotten the real me
Do I have to paint it more?
Or just let this beautiful mask burn into ashes?

Look at me
Look at me
What do you see?
Reflecting in that eyes of yours
Is that truly I am?

Look at me
Look at me
What do you see?
Beneath this mask is an ugly face
I kept hidden away
This is the person I truly was

In this world dictated by faces
I finally remembered who I am
Taking off this deceiving mask
Look, this is the real me

Look at me
Look at me
Now that you see
Would you still love me?
All that I am are just lies
Would you still be with me?

Look at me
Look at me
Now that you see
Are you going to turn away?
The me who only wanted to be loved
Are you going to shun me?

In this world dictated by faces
I threw away the ugly me
Wearing this beautiful mask once more
I’ll continue to be that person that wasn’t really me

The darkness behind our eyes
Malice within our souls
The rebellion our menace
The prison we locked ourselves in
A cage we built to trap our wild hearts
Treading the fine line between
Normalcy and psychopathy
Vengeance, violence and brutality
All that we've masked in our grace
Hiding beneath our placid demeanor
Gentle breaths tender caresses
Soft lips whispering sweet nothings
Our words carefully scripted
Depicting a picture of purity and perfection
False sincerity reaching out to others
Only to burn all that we lay our hands upon
Malingering through days
Sugar laced actions and innocent smiles
Life is but a masquerade
As we dance or days away

Crisp linen sheets
Like the Autumn leaves
Broken twigs
Like broken wings
Of a bird or a butterfly
Perhaps mine

We are all puppets
Manipulated by our minds
Caricatures of our true selves
We live
Like comic book characters
Actresses and actors

The words and pictures
Evidence of our existence
But mine is a child's diary
The unruly handwriting
Stick figures and paper planes
Fairy tales and day dreams

All too soon
They will be forgotten