Who am I? What do you see?

Perfect makeup, perfect hair? That’s not me

Nicely dressed in couture and a smile.
 
The real me has been hidden for awhile.



Mask painted on so deep within, I hardly recognize my own skin.

Hiding behind years of abuse, an alcoholic mother, at the mercy of satins noose.

We all have secrets we don’t reveal,

We all have feelings we choose not to feel.



My mask is programmed extremely well,

It tells me when to laugh, when to scream and what to yell.

See I’m the pretty girl at school, the one who “everything easily comes to”

Man, don’t I have them fooled.
 


I’m a girl who works hard and whose heart is broken,

Gives second chances and really hates high school dances.

I’m self-conscience and feel used,

Most of the time I feel so confused.



You would never know the trials I’ve faced,

It’s all hidden behind a pretty face.

I can’t be weak nor can I show defeat,

This all started with the stumbling of my mothers feet.




So who am I?

What do you see?

Pay no attention to the girl behind the mask,

Pay no attention to me.