Look at me,
This joyful little soul,
Or what it seems...
This anger at the sight of you and him,
And the envy your happieness,
So when you kiss him,
I turn and try not to cry...
I walk away,
Leaving you to yourselves,
To your heaven,
You don't need a darkness in heaven.
I try leave you in the clouds,
But after me you come.
You look to me and ask what was happaning,
I just put on that same mask as everyday and say in my fake little Voice,
'yes, I'm fine'
So yes when you look at me...
I'm just that joyouse looking mask,
That is really broken inside,
In this happy looking mind....
 Missy Mango pop · Sun May 03, 2009 @ 04:58am · 3 Comments |
