nothing is what it seems
this smile only a mask of my true feelings
the illusion that im happy
makes everyone else feel better

sometimes i really am enjoyed
then the feelings slips away
and the mask goes back on
i feel fake

when i start to write the pain returns
uncovered from deep within
hidden from even myself
it will never go away

work keeps me sane
when all i want to do is cut out the pain
eternal despair means more then i thought
and everything feels eternally fake

who am i if my life is an illusion
am i sorrow, am i pain
or am i really this person i call fake
cause it feels so good

so who am i?
i am a shadow of a broken heart
masked by a glow of happiness
maybe its not as fake as it seems

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