Costume / September 10, 2015

a costume is all people see

not the real side of me

a fragment is all i truly am 

nothing but a fake and a scam

beautiful face but blackened heart

want nothing more but to depart

from inside out, slowly hollowed

depression swells and blood soon follows

it's only a costume, but no one can see

i'll be rejected for who i may be

demons with gold wings, a wolf in the sheep

deceiving them all, a monster in the deep

rips and dirt on a tailored white gown

brought to the knees and face toward the ground

coughing up blood and admitting defeat

too weak and bruised from being beat

it's just a costume, so let's be fair

if you really knew me, you really wouldn't care

for a liar, a cheat, a failure, and a creep

maybe i should find a bridge and leap

no clue what i should do with myself

my sanity's declining and so is my health

one foot in front of the other is tough

staying afloat in life is too rough

it's just a costume, what do you know?

the seams are ripping, it's starting to show

my friends worry with deepening sighs

i don't want your help, don't even try