The more realistic you try to look, the more I see the edge of the mask on your face..
Is it really a blessing from God, or am I saying that to mask a comforting, worldly indulgence?..
I hate being me. I hate the mask I put up. But when alone I burst in tears. Can't they see my pain can't they understand. It's hard being you when..
The dark to me is only a metaphor, for the sin each and everyone of us withhold beneath the sick..