i realize now that no matter how badly i want to be me
i can't
and no matter how badly i want to be somebody else
i can't
i must be me
but me is not aloud out in public
so i wear a mask of smiles, and other such lies
though sometimes you may see, my mask becomes transparent
why, you may ask
well it's because me greatly wishes to be seen
she's been invisible for oh so long
she's gotten weaker, and feels she can't go on
she gravely needs to be held, but she has no one to trust
she's scared, and is quite sick of hiding
but i cannot let her out
nobody would understand her
and even fewer would want her
even i hate her at times
she can be such a fool
perhaps i should let her speak for a moment.
i just want to bleed
to know i'm still alive
to show you my pain is reality
but i can't
no matter how badly i want you to see me
i still fear your criticism
oh i press the blade in my skin
but no blood
i can't press hard enough
not with these trembling hands
a few scratches from my razor blade
not even enough to feel
little pink welts
will be gone by morning
and it seems my cries are in vain
you do not hear them
am i not screaming loud enough?
or do you simply not wish to hear me?
oh she'll try screaming louder
clawing at i, her little white lie
though i doubt you'll hear her
i doubt you'll see her
even still
for you're too wrapped up in your perfect little world
where people like her are a taboo
with her spiritual imperfections
and craving to be loved
though art so much holier than she
so call her a child
call her a fool
pretend you can't hear her increasing screams
but when those screams go silent
with her final shriek echoed in a gunshot
don't you dare say you never saw it coming
she's been trying to tell you for years
will you hear her before the silence?
...i pray you do