The smile on my face masks the expressions I hold deep inside
There’s so much wound up in me, but I’ve got too much pride
I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s hard to let go
My mind’s in another place, but you reap what you sow
My scars are evident but only to me
My wounds are painful but not everyone can see
I seldom speak; I keep my thoughts within
I shield myself from it all, I can’t relive these events
I talk a good talk, and my walk has a good bounce too
I lie with my disguises; it’s the only way to make it through
No one knows who I am, not even I
If I pick at these scabs, where does that leave me?
I am caught between my fate and my destiny.