My emotions concealed, it’s the real deal,
Hiding behind layers, I can’t express how I feel,
Smiling on the outside, but inside, it’s a battlefield,
Suppressing all the pain, but the wounds will never heal.
Society’s pressure got me acting mad,
Covering up my struggles, behind these false guises,
I’m trapped in this cycle, I’m clinically dead,
Lost in the shadows, where the truth always lies.
Masks on, can’t see the tears that fall,
Locked in a cage, behind these strange walls,
The mental breakdown, yeah, it’s a close call,
Praying for freedom from these masks, that I hate at all.
Pretending like we’re fine, when we’re barely hanging on,
Putting on a show, while our sanity’s gone,
Living in a world where everything seems wrong,
But we’re all human, beneath the surface we are all alone.
Struggling to be alive, suffocating in my own lie,
Searching for an escape, seeking the dark in the sky,
But the masks I wear, they cover up the cries,
And the pain that resides behind these tearful eyes.
Every new person is a new personality,
Nobody has ever seen me really clear,
Cuz I keep changing between all my dear,
risking my own mentality.
Dal concorso “Le Maschere” aperto al biennio