To the people, the don't see.

The anger in my blood, the tears in my soul, the tremors on my body.

All they see, is the mask I keep.

Day in and day out, I hide my true feelings. When all I want to do is drop to my knees and scream. Nothing to do. My friends keep bugging me on what is wrong. Can't tell them, because they only see the mask I keep. The mask, is not me. Cold, unfeeling, rigid, stone, that is not me. Me, is my mask now. Now all I want, is to be me.