Broken

I am walking through these halls
with my perfect mask in place.
I am hoping against hope
that it'll fall,
and you'll see through this all.

I am here and at the same time
I am not.
Do you notice
that these tears are for you?
Do you know what you're putting me through?
If you cared enough to see,
you'll notice that I am not
really me.

I stick my finger down my throat
to be the picture of perfection.
And I'll pierce my skin
with this blade,
just to get the pain to fade.

So we'll have a heart to heart,
and you'll say all you need to say.
I'll nod my head and say, "okay"
and pray that I'll make it through the day.

Maybe you'll notice
when I am gone,
that I was never really here to begin with.

I know pain with every insult
you give.
Like a shard of glass
it's embedded in my heart
Forever to stay, never to part.

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