Not the Good Guy

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  • I’m not the good guy
  • Got secrets of my own
  • I’m never gonna tell you
  • What lies beneath the surface
  • I’d think you’d run
  • If you really knew
  • What goes on
  • Inside my mind
  • All the time
  • I’m not the good guy
  • Though
  • You like to think I am
  • I hide my true self from you
  • ‘Cause I honestly don’t know
  • What you’d do
  • If you found out
  • What lies beneath
  • That pretty little smile
  • I plaster on my face
  • I’m not a good person
  • I lie to myself
  • And to you
  • Just to prove to you
  • That
  • There’s more to me
  • Than what
  • Meets the eye

Masks

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No one sees
The real side of me
They only see
The masks I put on
I’ll never let anyone see
The center, the core
Of me
This is where all my secrets lie
My dark, vile secrets
Which I will take
To my grave
Do you have a mask?
To hide
Your most precious
And inner thoughts?
To hide from those
Sneaking and prying eyes?
Sometimes masks…
They eat you
Alive
And they
Devour you
Whole
Because you like being
Someone else
So much
You trade yourself
For that mask
And then another…
And another
Until you don’t know
Which part
Is
The real you
Do you have a mask?
Because I do…
I have many

Doll-Faced Girl

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No one can say
Who I am
In twenty different ways
For I am
The doll-faced girl
Living in a strange world
I feel like
A doll-faced girl
Everyone paints
On my face
Leaving all the traces
Of me
Who am I?
I feel like 
A doll-faced girl
Being painted by
Everyone
Some paint smiles
On my
Already tainted face
Who am I?
I will never know
Until I stop being
Such a
Doll-faced girl

The Master Painter

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As he started the day he knew
he had the biggest challenge he had ever faced,
So he chose the purist colors with no time to waste,
Each part he touched so lovingly
and made the colors come alive and beautifully bright,
And the work on this rare and lovely scene
took him well into the night,
When morning came a smile came upon his face
for he knew he was finally through,
And it was on that day “God” had blessed me
for it was then the painter you