Façade that’s mine, a faceless mask,
Or more of a smile, more that I’m asked,
Nobody can see the problems inside,
I cram them down and in selflessness hide.
And when I say but a single word,
Do you know how hard it is to displease the world?
I don’t want to hurt anyone so I never speak.
Right now, right here, my knees they are weak.
I won’t, I can’t, I’m not the victim you see,
So to make sure I don’t manipulate I never am free.
Every moment I peel off a bit of the mask,
Each time I give information without being asked,
I shake and I shiver, I tremble and fall,
I shrink and I hate myself, I never stand tall.
I prefer to hide behind endless confidence,
Nobody worries, not even one bit,
And you see, when I do voice my complaints,
They’re always quiet behind other strains.
Seems I get shot down by my so-called friends,
But I refuse to let our relationships end.
I love these people, they’re dear to me,
The whole world is my family.
And so I feel the mother’s shame,
When a person makes an unforgiveable mistake.
And then, furthermore, I forgive unconditionally,
Even the one time I hated someone other than me,
I loved them, still, it was just a grudge,
I don’t have it in me to be much of a judge.
See, from my view, I’m the worst person ever, much worse than you.
And also from my biased eyes, I long to never speak the truth.
I refuse to burden you, I’m no victim here,
So I run and I hide with the strangest fear.
And being this straightforward, it chills me to the core,
I guess that’s why poetry appeals to me more.