Shatter broken pieces
That fit so well inside
That no one ever sees
The truth of my reality
A broken twisted thing
Hidden beneath a golden coat
But really it painted so thin
That a look would scratch my skin
I can't just walk away
Nor bury my head in the sand
I am the pretender
I am the liar
I am the shadows
That lies behind the mask.
I am the seething hatred
I am the suffocating darkness
I am the drowning tide
That waits beneath the surface
I am the cold that will cut you
I am the whisper that will break you
I am the hand that will push you
That hangs above your head
I am the scream
I am the fist
I am the anger
That lodges in your throat
I am the tear
I am the sob
I am the plea
That's caged in your heart
I am the fear
I am the confusion
I am the sorrow
Locked inside your soul
I am the hand
That holds the blade
That offers the pills
That ties the knot
You know me
Or you know me not
I failed me
Have always
Will always
Be less then I should
Im losing my grasp on reality
And I don't know whether
To laugh or cry
I have failed for so long
Made such a mess
Of my exsistence
that it's not even recognisable