closing time, closing time..

The fun-fair’s coming to an end,
The few poor tokens yet to spend
Have tumbled from my pocket.

I hesitate and weigh the cost,
Move along, or seek them? Lost
Among the trampled grasses.

The mask that lasted for so long,
Now cracked, the smile forever gone,
Has broken, and will not stay on.

the forest for the me’s

I can smile at a party.
After the turn out, I
Turn off my burnt out
Holographic face.

Who

I can greet you on the street
And you won’t even ask
About the chosen mask
I look through out at you.

Am

I can attend a family event,
I’m still quite able
To sit at a table,
Pretending to be me.

I

See the pallette spread before me,
Choose a colour, it adorns me.
Pick the right one, I can be
Anyone I want to be.

?

If I can be anybody, oh so easily,
No difference that any one, not even I can see,
One face or another, all so equally..

Which one is really me?

“All the world’s a stage…”

We spend
Our whole lives playing
At make-believe and pretend,
When,
Like every song or story,
All songs and stories
End.
We act so well, the human lie,
But acting takes its tole,
For if we are to fit the role,
A piece of us must die.

“…I want to get off.”

I smile and pretend like I’m ok,
And everyone I know
Views me that way.
But my masks are made from stone and lead,
And I carry them all
Inside of my head.

I know there’s something wrong with me,
But I don’t know what, and
No one can see
The cuts that run across my skin,
Where my soul seeps out,
And the world creeps in.

I don’t know about this thing called life,
Seems like it’s just a metaphor
For suffering and strife.
I’ve tried to see the beauty others see,
But I’m really not so sure
This world is for me.

smile

I died a little more today,
A smile on my face,
Nothing seeming out of place
Secretly not ok.

Part of my insides withered away,
While grinning all the time,
Just pretending that I’m fine,
Secretly not ok.

No I can’t come out to play,
I need a place to hide,
Somewhere I can die inside,
Secretly not ok.