May 22, 1998
You're only as beautiful as you think you are,
going through life expecting a bazaar
not knowing anything about what's troubling you
putting on a mask to hide what's inside
it's a lot easier when things are denied
saying what one only wants to hear
smiling and laughing you turn your head to shed a tear
eating your insides one bit at a time
wishing each day you could leave it far behind
not telling the truth is easy to do
not realizing it's all up to you
only lingering with this inside
knowing one day you'd acknowledge the pain that you hide
too afraid of the consequences of your actions
or maybe just afraid of the final reaction.
