I wear it every moment,
in school; at home; everywhere
But I longed to pull it off--
this ugly, distorted mask,
a smile that was never true...
It camouflaged my tears,
it hid my anger and my fear;
my hate; my disgust; my contempt
tightly locked...in
a smile that was never true...
OH... how I wanted to cry, to scream;
to shout up the truth!
How I wanted others to know
of how I truly feel. But
the mask covered them all,
a smile that was never true...
Is this my face?
How could it be so?
Within me, I was screaming,
I was yelling, I was shouting!!
Yet all this face portrays;
all it care to show...WAS
a smile that was never true...
I am tired of this mask,
oh...I truly am;
I longed to tear this mask apart,
and be my true self;
once and for all,
But I did not.
I did not!!!!
Ah...when did I put it on?
When did I concealed
my sorrow and my woe?
I am tired of pleasing people,
they must know my grief, too...
But with this mask, everything is concealed;
EVERYTHING! All they could see was
a smile that was never true...
I am afraid to look at the mirror,
to stare at the reflection of my face,
for I knew... that even if
I was crying within,
my reflection will only show a mask,
a smile that was never true...
in school; at home; everywhere
But I longed to pull it off--
this ugly, distorted mask,
a smile that was never true...
It camouflaged my tears,
it hid my anger and my fear;
my hate; my disgust; my contempt
tightly locked...in
a smile that was never true...
OH... how I wanted to cry, to scream;
to shout up the truth!
How I wanted others to know
of how I truly feel. But
the mask covered them all,
a smile that was never true...
Is this my face?
How could it be so?
Within me, I was screaming,
I was yelling, I was shouting!!
Yet all this face portrays;
all it care to show...WAS
a smile that was never true...
I am tired of this mask,
oh...I truly am;
I longed to tear this mask apart,
and be my true self;
once and for all,
But I did not.
I did not!!!!
Ah...when did I put it on?
When did I concealed
my sorrow and my woe?
I am tired of pleasing people,
they must know my grief, too...
But with this mask, everything is concealed;
EVERYTHING! All they could see was
a smile that was never true...
I am afraid to look at the mirror,
to stare at the reflection of my face,
for I knew... that even if
I was crying within,
my reflection will only show a mask,
a smile that was never true...