Do you see that smile upon my face that goes ear to ear?
Well thats such a pity it hides all my fear.
Can you tell I am authenticly genuine?
Well look through the fog and see through the lines.
Are you so sure about me when I get home?
When I get home I am me the monster alone.
Am I forced upon others to fake through my life?
Of course I am this is insanity to believe that fake light.
I am an actor in my reality.
A hider of great discosmfort I am forced to hide
I am forced to disguise
My true self
Because to be me my monster I would be put into jail
My life impaled
Because to be happy for real
I must seal
to get by