~tears~

Tears, slowly trying to escape my eyes.

Tears, telling the truth I've so desperately been trying to hide.

Tears, showing off I'm weak inside.

Tears, something that happens at your darkest time.

Tears, staining your face everytime you cry.

Tears, Tears, Tears...

~"I'm okay, I'm not crying, just tired"~

Tired of crying.

Tired of feeling like I'm slowly dying.

Tired of fighting this terrible feeling I've been hiding.

Tired of always smiling.

Tired of pretending I'm not broken.

~"I don't understand why you're so upset.."~

Maybe because you lied.

Maybe YOU'RE the one who made me cry.

Maybe you're the one who made me emotionally die.

No more maybe's, you're the one who broke my heart.

~"You're smiling, that's the first time in a while"~

No, I'm not smiling, I'm wearing a mask.

No, it's not like makeup.

Foundation or concealer.

No, it's not for my school play, or to hide my "ugly" face.

~"what's it for then?"~

Oh, you didn't know?...

My mask is a skill.

Something that helps me survive.

Something that stops me from crying.

My mask is my emotional border.

My mask makes people think I'm "ok"

~"Oh.."~

You should know all this stuff, you're part of why I felt like I needed to develop it.