The version of me that you know
Is not the truth – it’s just for show.
I’m living two lives, split in disguise,
One built of smiles, one built of lies.
If you saw beneath the mask I wear,
You’d see the cracks, the vacant stare.
A butterfly once bright with gleam,
Now flying past – a fading dream.
The girl you see is made to fit,
A careful act, a counterfeit.
The girl you don’t – she breaks with ease,
Her strength dissolves beneath the tease.
I wander halls inside my mind,
Searching for pieces I left behind.
A scattered self I try to trace,
A ghost that time cannot replace.
Sometimes I dont even know how I feel,
But I know the girl you know is not real.