I feel like everyone's rock,
but I have none to lean on myself.
The weight of so much rest on my shoulders, but the smile on my face remains as I stand in the crowd
My mask perfected
All people see is a performance
Like a puppet master giving life to a doll
I dance, sing, and smile
Blissful, sweet, happy
While at night my tears fall and I lie awake in bed
My thoughts random
but attacking with purpose
This is my cry for help
But it will fall on deaf ears
People will have blind eyes as they watch me crumble
All that will be left is ruins
Traces of what I once was
Like faint memories turned into myths...