Everybody Claimed They Knew Me,

The Girl Behind The Mask,

The One Who's Eyes Hides More Lies ,

Than The World  Has Ever Seen.

But I Smile A Wide Smile To 

Distract Them ,

From The Truth Swirling In My Eyes.

For If You Look Closely, 

Just A Little Close, 

Maybe You Can Sense The Pain,

The Brokenness, 

The Sorrow, 

The Betrayal, 

The Sadness 

Whatever Parts Remain Of Me. 

The Sense Of Despair And Loneliness 

Clings To Me Like A Second Skin,

A Skin I So Desperately Wanted To Hide.

For My Weakness ,

Makes Me An Easy Target 

For People Who Prey On Feelings.

They Play Around With Your Feelings

 Like A Child With A New Toy.

It's Like Being Stuck On An Endless Carousel,

 Until It Drives You Insane. 

And Now I Sit Here Like A Puppet,

 Who's Strings Have Been Cut,

My Eyes Are Glassy And

 My Heart's Turned To Stone.

I Sit On The Balcony ,

Swinging My Legs Over The Edge

 While I Pick Out Every Single Flaw,

That I've Ever Hated About Myself. 

Maybe I Loved Too Much.

Maybe I Was Too Loyal.

Maybe I Was Too Weak.

Maybe I Was Too Insecure.

Maybe I Was Too Sensitive.

Maybe I Was Too Broken.

Maybe I  Was Too Trusting.

Maybe I  Was Too Delusional.

Maybe I Was Too Hopeful.

Maybe I  Was Too Loving.

Maybe I Was Just Too Much For This World,

Maybe I Was Forever To Remain Only A Maybe,

For Even Fools Wouldn't Associate Themselves With Me .

I Was Too Intoxicating.

Too Loud.

Too Bold.

Too Calm.

Too Broken To Mould ,

Too Hard To Get Ahold. 

Maybe I Was Empty Deep Within.

My Brokenness Would Be My Armour ,

And I Would Be My Own Knight ,

Saving Myself From My Own Horrors.