The time has come to take off my mask
No longer will I hide behind
a fake identity to fit expectations,
rather than to suit my face.
As I throw it in the raging fire
I watch my 'life' slowly burn away,
I can feel questions rise
like the smoke of the flames,
but the decission is made:
My way out melts to ashes,
you'd better get used to what is real;
A scarred and bruised face.
Go on and scream when seeing my eyes
How do they look, the bloodshot lines?
They're probably caused by a drought of tears,
which I already cried too much.
Please read what they say
Don't turn away now
For they are the centre
where my truth lies stored,
So give me the oppertunity
to scream it out loud.
No don't give me your pities!
They're no remedy.
All I ask is shut up and listen,
feel my real face,
and let me watch the disgrace
which you seem to have for me.
But no longer feel sorry,
YOU'RE the ignorant one.