• You think you see my face but really, its hidden

    You look at me and think how lucky i am to be happy with a loving family

    However you do not see the real me

    What you see is a facade a face for the public

    my public face

    what you do not see is my private face, the face that cries its self to sleep

    the face that looks in the mirror in dispare

    the one that wants to enter into obliviation

    So look, i dare you, look beyond my public face

    and into the face that needs help

    before i am no more