Beneath this lavish clothing are where my scars that reside. Oh, how I felt such beauty when I didn't hurt inside.
There's something these people don't see, somewhere beneath the seam.
But when I show them my true colours, who am I to you? The unloved, the unwanted, the forgotten one.
What they don't see is what I seek in life is only for a while. They forgot to tell me that it didn't last forever. The feeling, now does it?
The pills, the fills, the thrills were all I could hope for. All I lived for. But then I woke up to a breathtaking song.
But what they don't see is I've changed, I've done more to become a real me. I've done everything to become happy. Only, happiness is unrealistic, even in a good place.
Sadly enough I see the same face, I walk at a slower pace, I think as if my mind were at a race.
But what they still don't see is that I smile still to seem happy. I cry still as though unused words are overlapping.
I cannot escape, this is what I've created.
