My Face

by megan
(texas)

A mask to hide my true feelings
to spare the world of my suffering
of my pain and anguish
of the murder that resides behind my eyes

so you all can live out your wretched lives
pretending that everything is perfect
when really everyone is against you and everywhere you turn
everywhere you go. is a varying acoustic of hell
where everyone is against you. every word you say
every move you make is never good enough

do you still wish to see my real face?
without my mask you'll see every scar
every broken heart
and the valleys carved by hot tear rivers
not for the faint of heart or the weak of soul