I’m Not What You See
This Face Isn’t Mine
I’ve set up walls to blockade my heart from the pain of the world. I’ve worn masks to fake feelings I’ve never really had. I’ve closed doors to everything to stray from disappointment of my own expectations. I’ve ran from my past, from fear of facing it again in the future. I’m not what you see, this face isn’t mine.
I’m not who I once was, not what I believe I should be, or even how I want to become. I’m everything I feared I could be, man walking in the darkness, cold, and alone. My heart aches daily, even with the mask of a smile. I’m not what you see, this face isn’t mine.
How far does this go, the agony inside? The darkness, the emptiness, and coldness is like a plague upon my heart and soul in a universe so vast. I’m tied to a demon, a darkness the light can’t destroy. I’m not what you see, this face isn’t mine.
I’m shackled to chains of fear and pain, where my heart isn’t free. Imaginations and dreams of brightened skies, dimmed so much by such fright. I’m not what you see, this face isn’t mine.
Fake smiles to everyone with tears draining from my eyes. Words so bright, yet actions lack to express. Paths so dark, yet knowledge so great. Where I step are dagger-like stones, not meant for walking. I’m not what you see, this face isn’t mine.
I’ve worn masks to fake feelings I’ve never really had.
