Waiting for the cold to freeze me solid,

I can feel the ice creeping around me.

Waiting to be numb to what I have hid,

I can see the mask that I will soon be.

Waiting for the complete transformation,

I scream from the pain of being compressed.

Waiting for the total isolation,

I beg to be saved from this dark arrest.

Waiting for somebody to hear my cries,

But no one can see me behind these bars.

Waiting for someone to break this disguise,

But no body can even see my scars.

The best mask is the one no one can see.

The best lie is the one you will soon be.