Lie on a lie, in a pyramid of lies, I hide and hide, from all of my fears.
My fragile skin is full of crack as I mask it all with the face of lies. I smile and I joke, look you in the eye, and yet all that leaves my mouth is a simple lie.

A coward. That is why you would call me, and that is what I'll be. Because someone once snapped my wings, scarring me for eternity.

I search for no excuses, but words are my only way out. I talk and I talk, I express all that I feel. All the emotions my mask cannot let leak. However, you take my words lightly because you are used to them being sweet nectar of lies.

That is why you cannot hear my silent screams, see my mute eyes bludging out in unbearable pain tearing me inside, yet all you see is a castle of lies I build around me.

Shame, that old friend of mine, visited me again. It seems as if he lives within me. My whole world is one shameful ride with all the lies sticking to me like moths to a flame. Only, they are the ones leaving scars.

I am ugly under this façade of lies. I am naked under all these pretty words, only because I am afraid.

I am scared of the light shining too brightly, of the dark suffocating me, of loud noises silencing my pleads, of silence eating my sobs. I am afraid of people's gazes on me once they realize how ugly I am.

So yet again, I will put this charade on, letting you see, what you want to see. The perfect me, that will never be.