Drowning in the thought,
still can't stop my mind from racing.
Put on my mask and leave the house,
no one sees this girl I'm replacing.
Of course there's no notice,
of course not a care.
If there was,
they could easily see I was there.
See behind the smile, the eyes,
see right through the laughs and the lies.
See through to everything I've taught myself to hide.

The girl I've become,
the one they don't see,
the girl that sometimes even scares me,
the girl that none of them will ever truly meet.

Writing this poem,
filled with mediocrity,
acting as if it's important,
to know more about this weak,
stupid girl.

But I continue the verses,
and the sick life I've began to lead,
wishing for a way to get away from..me.
But loving every minute of the pain that comes from the misery.

I've put this all on myself.
there's no one else to lay the blame.
This girl.
Selfish, weak, flawed, stingy, sarcastic, loser, lame.

Trying to find beauty under this flesh,
but failed to come by any.
There's nothing left of this sick girl,
but the mask that's seen by many.
 
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