Do you really think I will show you?
What could you really see when you sit there and stare so long at me?
Today’s mask that’s painted more than perfectly, or what’s truly behind it?
Do you sometimes see the face of my true calmness and peace,
or the torn pieces around my innocent smile,
perhaps the utterly screams behind my expressions?
Maybe it’s the strength that I portray, or the weakness that I hide?
Do you believe that I will show them to any one, or do you know that I hide them all to well?
do you take in my childish innocence,
or the angry demons of my restless soul?
Do you really think I will show you, or do you know that I’ve already ……..?