Fake

I’m standing in a crowded room…
Full of smiling faces…
Masks…
So many masks…
So many fake smiles…
I want to run…
I want to run away…
But they’re grabbing at my arms…
Pulling at my clothes…
They won’t let me go…
Masks…
I lost my mask…
I can’t find it anymore…
No more fake smiles for me…
And so they all ask…
What’s wrong…?
I lost my mask…
I lost my light…
They’re gone…
Gone…
Can’t see them anymore…
I’m jaded with out my mask…
So jaded…
I see the real world…
They hate me…
Because I lost my mask…
I made them think…
So they won’t let me go…
Won’t let me whisper the truth anymore…
I’m tired…
So tired…
Sometimes...
I wish I still had my mask…
Sometimes…
I wish I was like everyone else…
With their masks and fake smiles…
They hate me…
Jaded…
It hurts sometimes…
They put me in a dark place…
All alone…
Singled out…
It’s frightening…
This dark…
So empty…
So very empty…
I wish I had my mask sometimes…
It kept me ignorant…
Kept me safe…
I wish I had my mask sometimes…
It kept me happy…
Even though it was a fake…
But I’m jaded…
And they hate me now…
And I lost my light…
Lost my mask…
Pretty faces… Mask…
Pretty smiles… Fake…
So fake…
Pretty lies…
I know the truth…
I’m jaded…
But I see through clear eyes…
I see the masks…
I see the fake smiles…
I’ll learn to like the dark…
I’ll learn to like the cold…
With out those pretty faces…
With out those pretty smiles…