Here I am.
This is all I am.
What you see isn't all you get.
I am tears that slowly drop off my cheek.
sporadically fall every time my head rests easily on my pillow.
Stress is wrapped around my neck like a noose.
Forcing me to hang it up.
Everybody views me as strong-
but I break like a porcelain doll.
There are pieces of me scattered all around this world-
buried deep in many peoples hands
My mask has make-up perfectly applied.
The real me has make-up smeared all down my face-
perfectly imperfect like a Vincent Van Gogh painting.