It hides all emotions,
Through the wake of day,
In the sleep of night,
It will never have its say,
Thoughts of a painless death,
Run rampant through its mind,
Trampling all the happiness,
It tries but it can’t ever find,
Don’t put pity upon it,
It never needs to cry,
It never wants help,
That’s why it has to lie,
Lying is the mask it bears,
To anyone it will ever know,
Its twisted thoughts and memories,
Should never be on show. |