A layer of make up, powder and press,

Covering the tears of a soul in distress.

I smile, I lie, I deceive myself,

While the real me is pushed back on the shelf.

No one to turn to, the world stands still,

And now I know that loneliness can kill.

No way to tell them how I hurt inside,

That for years I've smiled, for years I've lied.

I act my way through, life is a play,

I am forced to live my lie, day after day.

Once the make up is on, on with the show.

I grin and bear it, no one must know.

The pain I feel can't be eased,

And I feel rejected, like I am diseased.

I'm all alone without a guide,

With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

I cry myself to sleep each night,

Each new day becomes a fight

To be myself. It can't be done.

The impossible fight that can never be won.

How to show the world my pain

Without their judgment, so much disdain.

I can't so I cover my soul in distress

With a mask of make up, powder and press.