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.