When I am born,
I will let you know that lies don't tell,
They just grow.
Like a flame they ignite and dance,
To a tune of faulty cries.
You laugh at my clown mistakes.
The make-up layered on my face.
Yet you cant see behind closed doors.
My subtle ways of sad misfortunes.
My mask to cover the broken paint.
In day you see a rose so sweet,
With thorns yet to prick.
But behind the mirror what you don't see,
Is a storm yet to set.
So I shall smile to hide my cries,
To the tune of my igniting lies.
See you soon.
I'll see you well.
Now lets dance in my lonely hell.