Talking to Your Self

It's hard being a shadow.
Around so meny lights.
It's being from a foren land.
But in the same controy.
The people look the same as you.
But you know it's just a lie.
You fake the smiles and cheery voce.
For you are the only one to see the truth running down from your eyes.
It's all an act to you.
The others wont understand.
That under all the masks and make-up.
You're both the same up strange.

Be careful of merrors.
They can show the cracks forming.
Everyone sees who they really are.
Don't let them look in yours.
Some may risk showing.
And their glass shaters from the others looks.
Others keep their merrors hiden from the world.
It's always safer that way.
They don't need to see your face.
When they've gotten use to your mask.

Why is it so hard to be happy?
You keep asking your self.
Why can't you fit in?
So meny questions run threw your head.
Dark things from your fear.
But you know they are yours.
So you sheld your self with them.
You can trust your self.
Even if it's the darker side.

It's all to much for you isn't it?
To be among strangers.
The leaders try to force you to be friends.
But they only place resentment in your scared mind.
The others speak in a tong you can't understand.
Your words are lost in all the noise.
Your pothetic and anti-socshal is what you think they say.
You can only trust your self after all.
Tho the harshes words you ever hear are the ones you say your self.

Is it sad that this is the truth?
The one you believe.
Can you truly lie to your self.
When I'm the speaker and the lisner.