Mask

Can life be as what we make it?
Or is life having its own way...
Every day I ask myself that question of why things happen...

My entire life I’ve always been in the shadows...
Watching of the world I know very little...
When all of this world started I didn’t know it would take over my life...

Feeling alone with nothing to follow...
What if I never existed?
What would life really be like without one persons exsitence?

On this surface of the universe...
What makes a person is not always true...
It’s our darker half of us where we hide from the truth...

See, that’s where I am...
On the run every day...
Because I don’t think people could handle the real truth of who I am...

May have told some people about my hand of death...
Wanting to die it’s a greater force...
Which is more worse than death itself...

The path I’ve walked is one I’m not proud of...
Because I shut myself off from the world...
Which is more worse than self...
Because I shut myself off from the world which does not understand me...

It feels like I’m fading away with vengeance...
I never wanted to be perfect...
But just not who I am...

I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me...
There is a whole other side of me...
Some of us have been pushed to a breaking point of giving up...

Taking our own life without living through the flames of pain...
In my case it’s different...
I can’t relate to people because my problem is something that is beyond my understanding...

Losing one friend made me believe I thought wasn’t true...
It is my issues of fighting a war within myself...
Has pushed a very close friend away from me...

Now that the walls of my life are falling...
I can’t do enough to fix it...
Don’t want to spend the rest of my life tearing myself apart...

With what I am and my anger of feeling separated from this world...
I hope at some point what I know will be known...
To others not the entrapment of pain...
But the person behind the mask...
“ME”