It’s all about the mask
Keeping the image all regal and sublime
Oh, thou holy
Superior against the rest
Even though underneath your life is a full on mess.
Feeling of grandiose over those in your care.
Image of loving to those who stare.
Behind the closed doors.
Emotional stunted and reliant on the support of a child.
Paddies and screaming to those who demand stable care.
Lady of burden only fair to be your middle name.
Problems of the world forced onto young shoulders as if they were
Feelings of defeat when they need to come and speak.
Only you can have problems or need care.
Then show off to the world a mother who embodies tender
Jackal and Hyde, the importance of protecting that prodigal pride.
No room for another to come and confide.
Image is everything,
Ego is life.
No matter what the danger or risk, and the monster you miss slip
Keep silent, keep good and marvel at her mask.
Rewarded with love and chance of being the golden child.
With many secrets I need to hide, just to maintain her precious
Below is a link to how I moved to thriving, instead of trying to survive each day: