If I cry too much, will I spill, make a mess?
Will people see how weak I really am?
Tough on the outside, revoltingly soft within?
I disgust myself, I deserve the pain
Better me than you, there’s no other way
I scream, no sound escapes
Muffled by wet pillow
Sodden with secret tears
I run from the mirror
Hide behind my drapes
You think you know the one that I am
If I don’t, then how can you?
I have so many outfits, labels to adorn myself
That I don’t know which is the reality among fakes
Which me shall I be today?
