
Fake. It's all fake, your smile, your laughter. You can't say it's not because you even say so yourself. Every year it's the same old heartbreak and immaturity. One would think you'd grow up by now. Life is full of masks. Ones with the smiles and smirks. But your different. Your retro. You paint your mask to be different, to stand out from the crowd, to draw attention. Babe, have you looked in the mirror lately? It looks like you've caked on your make-up way to much. Your eyes are popping out of your head and your face is paler then a person on their death bed. I wouldn't take that as a compliment. Say your stories, write your poetry, but it's still all fiction. With your mask you have an innocent heart but behind your face paint is the same lost girl who blames everyone for her problems and failures. Girl you need God. Actually read the Bible and understand it. Don't pick it apart and keep what sounds good. Take the bad with the good. Take it all in. Maybe it's time you really took off your mask and washed your face. Stop letting people control your emotions. Gain control of yourself before pointing a finger in the other direction. Being different means finding yourself and not being something that everyone wants you to be. Your choice, take off the paint or endlessly be fake.
