What you see is a charade, my facade,
My armour a smile painted on,
My shell welded in place,
Pretending in this world I belong.
My stomach in knots,
My heart skips a beat,
I am a lonely person,
Walking the street.
Inside I’m a wreak, floating adrift,
Smashing into the shore,
I crumble, I cry, I laugh, I die,
And now I am no more.