Painted Girl Who Hides From the World
Who am I, This girl I'm not? From a second to a moment I change quite a lot.
The person I am Is never who I think. And the person I want Is gone in a blink.
I just want to be me, Who that is - I don't know. I feel like all my angles Form an intricate show.
A masked puppet I'm not. I feel emotions run deep. But a performer I am, Acting each rehearsed beat.
I continue to to hide Behind masks believed true, And only realize the facade When I can't reach you.
This person who thinks Who knows everything I say Is the real me who has written this play.
I see the signs and hints Of this actress in the wings. I hear the lost song That her caged soul sings.
Why is it that she hides Using subtle little lies- Showing only painted masks For the most loving of eyes?
We know silent truth: I am her, she is me. But between all the scenes, We just want to be free.
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