You act tough and brave, Act like you do not need to be saved.
But deep down you know that you need help, You cry out for help, But no one seems to hear you, No one seems to care.
You are in pain, You feel numb. Though you tell yourself that your problems are not big enough for you to feel like this,
Everyone thinks you're overreacting, But you know, Deep down, you're really shallow.
No one ever asked, Neither did they care, Not once was there a time that my feelings were not masked.
No one ever noticed, Neither did they ask, Never did anyone care when I was at my lowest. Not even one person noticed any true feeling behind the mask.
No one cared when they saw me cry, Never in my life had I felt like someone would care if I die.
Not even one person asked: "Are you okay?" Neither did they notice my pain, but it's not like I expected them to notice it anyway.
No, they will never care.
Never will I tell someone what feelings are hidden underneath my mask.
She's not who she says she is.
She plasters on a smile, Though she is hurting deeply. And she hides her true feelings, Afraid of what people will say.
She says she is happy, But when she is alone in her room at night, Thousands of tears fall. Loneliness eats her up from the inside, She puts up a brick wall, Hiding her feelings and acting as if she is happy.
Because her life isn't all that bad right? Well, at least that's how other people view it. Though they never seem to notice her sorrow and pain, They say all she ever does is complain.
So, she decides to keep quiet, Afraid that people will judge, For her problems are big, But not big enough.
She is not who she says she is.
When I look in the mirror, I see a monster, Someone that is far from beautiful, Someone who is rather hideous.
When I look in the mirror, Tears start to form in my eyes. People may call me beautiful, But I know it is all lies.
When I look in the mirror, I see a face full of imperfections; A face full of flaws. I do not accept myself, My body is filled with scars.
His eyes are a beautiful golden brown; You could get lost in them, his hair is dark brown and his face is perfectly symmetrical, no one could ever compare to him, he's as perfect as can be, he may be a boy but he is the most gorgeous person I have ever seen, he has eyes that could light up a whole city in just one second.
Being alive had never meant anything to me, The world looked grey, The sunset, though beautiful, looked as if it had no ray.
I felt as though I had no purpose, Being alive felt draining, I was completely miserable, In my heart, I felt this unexplainable aching.
But then I met someone, Someone who gave me a reason to live for, Someone who was my motivation to get up in the morning, Someone who gave me more than I could ever ask for.
As more and more time went by, The emptiness in my soul faded away, And I had less and less reasons to cry. The world as I knew it started to look less grey, Melancholy as a graveyard on a rainy day, no longer existed, It became more distant.
I started looking at the world through colourful rays of sunshine, We were like to souls intertwined.
He had saved my life, Even though he hadn't realized it, It is something that I now feel proud to admit.
Melancholy faded away, And the sky had never looked so blue on that day.
My phone buzzed urgently, displaying my significant other's name. Answering, I was met with frantic breaths and panicked words that sounded eerily like theirs. Yet, as the conversation unfolded, I sensed something unsettling beneath the surface.
Their voice, though familiar, carried a weird vibe to it, a subtle offbeat rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. Each word seemed rehearsed, lacking the usual warmth and emotion that defined our comversations. It sounded emotionless and cold.
Questions piled up in my mind, suspicion gnawing at me like a relentless beast. Who was on the other end of the line? Was someone trying to impersonate them? Despite my rising suspicion, I kept my cool and continued the conversation like any other normal conversation we have had before.
With every passing moment, my sense of unease deepened. Something was undeniably wrong, and the chilling realization settled upon me like a heavy fog. As the call ended, leaving me with more questions than answers, I made it my mission to unravel the mystery lurking beneath the uncanny voice that had left me shaken to the core.
So the question remains, was that really my significant other, or was someone or something trying to fool me into thinking it was them?
At first, he makes you feel loved; Safe, even, He treats you like a queen, Shows nothing for you to disbelieve in.
Then you see him look at you through nothing but lustful eyes, Yet you still believe in all of his lies.
He tells you he loves you, Makes you think he'll change. Though when it's late in the night, He asks you for pictures, It doesn't feel quite right.
Yet you continue to do it. You fall for his traps, It is something that you do not want to admit.
When you tell him, "No", He manipulates you, Makes you feel bad, As if you are in the wrong.
The realization hits you like a strong current at sea, He loves you for nothing more than your body, He wants to see you undressed, You cannot seem to rest.
You feel ashamed, As if you are an object. The question pops up in your head: When does a man become a monster?
The sun sets earlier, It's cold and dark. You feel as though the world is grey and black, The gloominess of winter is back.
It's cold and dark, The sadness returns, The gloominess of winter is back. You have to learn to be wise.
The sadness returns, All you can hear are people's silent yearns. The gloominess of winter is back, Lay in bed and try to ease.
All you can hear are people's silent yearns, No one to talk to, no one is concerned. Lay in bed and try to ease, For winter is back, so do as you please.
Confession, It fills your soul with guilt, Eats you up from the inside, Forces you to come out with the truth.
Confession, It causes arguments, Starts a conflict, Though you still have to be completely translucent.
Confession, You have no choice, The truth comes out, It leaves you in doubt.
Confession is the casting of evil from our true selves, the only true denial. Though confession is the language of the heart, It can cause two souls to depart.
It can be used against you, It can change someone's entire view, Let you know of what is true.
Confession, confession, confession. Oh, how it can ruin you.
