I see actors
People playing parts
They hide themselves
Afraid to show their hearts
Life is a masquerade ball
No one can be real
They hide their thoughts
They hide how they feel
I sit crying
I can no longer hide
There is a beast tearing
Killing from the inside
Emotions like colored glass
Broken, whirling, piercing into my head
The shards cut, but I do not bleed
I am already dead.
12/03/2002 9:15 AM