The Mask

I’m great, fine, and intelligent in everyway I love every night and live everyday I live laugh, write and sing And wonder what New Days might bring Then I get home and release the mask The day is over and nearly that impossible task It’s finally over, no more lies And continue to wait patiently for the day i die Cry, cut and overdose to sleep Breaking all the promises I have promised to keep I wait and wonder, then cry some more I ache all over, I’m ever so sore Then I’m not alone, the mask reappears Away goes the grief, pain and rivers of tears I am cheerful all day, sunshine and rainbows not a shade of grey Of course I’m not ok; of course I’m not fine I can’t persist a non-fake smile I don’t know why i feel like this... But my life is some long endless mist For Now i continue to slit with a knife For hope in the future i might slip and end my life