I poke holes in the veil and hope the light shines through,
But only darkness shows through the holes,
The walls press in;
The room grows dim.
I paint a plastic smile on an honest face,
But the tears wash it all away
Revealing the truth beneath the lies,
And suddenly I realize I am
I whisper, I whimper, I cry where no one can see.
I beg and plead, but never on bended knee.
And while my mind understands it all,
My heart rebels and takes the fall,
Tangled in the threads of this twisted dream
Holes never let in the light,
No matter how much I wish it.
Plastic smiles never hide the pain,
Though I wish they could.
I speak to empty walls in empty rooms;
I life my voice to an empty sky,
And hope that maybe
You can hear me.