7-6-18

she said she wants to know who i am

wants to see the face behind the mask

she demands take it off

show me what youre made of

she tore my veil of clay

it falls to the ground and breaks

now she sees my face she knows

everything in my soul

and she ran away

no wonder i always stay fake

i never show my traits

my spirit is full of hatred

oh when she ran away

i didnt want a life that day

all my life i was filled with rage

and right now its on display