How shitty of a person do you have to be
to undress yourself for a boy who doesn't love you?
To let substances pass through your body to numb your soul,
to try to fix pain with hatred?
Tell me how you feel
when you slip on that mask and put on a smile for the world,
when you tell yourself it was justified because you were wronged,
when you scramble to find good deeds to counteract the sins you've committed.
How do you walk around
masquerading as this person you're not
spilling lies through your teeth for your own self-preservation
burying yourself so you appear as the person you want to be?
Tell me how much hate you must have for yourself
to stay with a boy that consistently hurts you,
to cover for him when he has done something bad,
to love him still.
What kind of pity
do you have fermenting inside you
that's sitting, waiting, rotting;
why do you let it bubble up through your mouth?
Tell me there is no pain in your face
when you streak your cheeks with makeup
when there are teardrops falling from your lashes
and you cover it with mascara.
How do you live with yourself
buried in this self-hate
pretending to be someone you're not
drowning in your sinful "sweet escapes?"
You are not the person you make yourself out to be
take off your fucking mask
show the world who you really are
and accept that we're all bad people playing pretend.
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