My mouth and my eyes are telling differnet stories
One speaks of contentment, the other of yearning
Who I was and who I am are no longer the same
The old me is lost, I can't remember her name
Say nothing, feel nothing, be nothing- This is what they expect of me
I am surrounded with walls and I can't seem to break free
Inside I am screaming, but I am making no noise
On the outside I force a smile and keep my poise
A storm brews in my mind with no sign of ceasing
The winds of emotions are constantly increasing
Judgement, assumption, descrimination, hate
Is there time to go back, or is it too late?
This is not what I want, living behind this facade
Yet I am too weak to act, so onward I trod
The storm is now flooding, sending me to sea
I am going under, now it's harder to breathe
Desperate and distressed, tell me, what shall I do?
A mask is harder to remove when it is coated with glue.