My Mask
I live in the ingnorance of others
Hide behind a shattered mask
Not one place I could run to
No one I could ask
I put on the perfect stance
I say I am made of steel
But no one knows I am broken
And what I truly feel
I wanted to be just like them
To stand tall and shine
Yet once finally accepted into the crowd
It did not settle this heart of mine
I believed I would be special
Go anywhere and soar
Yet hear I am, behind my prsion mask
Not happy anymore
Now here I am, years and years later
Just longing to be free
Pretending, believing what I am not...
And wanting to be me
Understanding my reasons and my thoughts
From my heart, what I say is true
The greatest thing I can ever be...
Is to get this mask off of me
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