Cover Up

She doesn't show her fears

She always stands up stong 

She doesn't let the people know when depressions coming along.

Yet cookie cutter hands show more than she tells,

But her lies can cover them up just a little to well. 

When she looks into the mirror she sees nothing but the lost, 

Still she wants to cover the truth by any means or cost. 

But when she's in her room at night, when she's all alone 

She lets out all her tears, but then acts like nothing's wrong 

This is her life today and the next 

She never gets a break and she never gets to rest 

And no amount of tissues can dry up all her tears 

No amount of reasurence can take away her fears. 

                                                                          -Ghost-