Ice Cold World

With no one to run to I made a fake mask. It covers the storms neverending inside. The world sees my pearls And assumes me happy, When really they're only for show. People look at me with jealousy, Thinking I've got it made. They all should stop thinking. It only makes the storms grow. I bet if I opened my eyes a little more, I could view the ghastly sun. But see, The clouds are thick and the rays are thin. Forever will it be this way? The storms have no rain, But the clouds are so big, And everyone's eyes are on me like thumbtacks in my skin, As well as my soul. I'd be more than content too see your pearlies Even though I know mine are less than true. And the turndowns The majority of them, Were bright lighting bolts with no sound In the distance. I turn from the fire With nothing but doubt and confusion. I question myself, Because nothing is going right. But the warmth from the fire will do for now. Especially in this ice cold world.