The Years of Regression

Smeared across my face An expression of pure shame Robbed of all my grace By a thief without a name I still wear that same expression Only now it's beneath my mask Hidden from the world's perception Because I don't want them to ask As the expression stayed with me So has the feeling And throughout the years I've felt these wounds Reopen and start bleeding The only solution was to deny the pain And bury way down deep But it always rises to the surface again And out it slowly seeps And for all these years I've managed to conceal These painful memories That just won't seem to heal It makes me feel so alone But I've never been one to ask for help So everyday my heart grows a little more cold And all I can think to say is oh well