Masks that hide me

Beauty

That I cannot see

Happy

That I cannot be

I see an ugly being

Never happy

Happiness is a lie

So my depression just shines

Funny, depression is so dark

But that's my ball park 

Beautiful is not who I am

But her... damn

I hate myself

I put the happiness on a shelf

And the makeup is to cover the ugly

And mask the unhappy

I have more than one mask 

To see through them all is quite a task 

but that might be a good thing

I'm a very horrifying being

I'm not as good as I seem

I have a bad side

It's my Hyde 

even though I have no Jekyll

that makes me chuckle

the fact that i can relate to no one

I'm eternally alone

I guess that means I can die now

the question is how

a slit?

neck or wrist?

pills?

I also don't have gills...

the ways are endless 

and I'm getting restless

I see some knives

I guess this can cover my goodbyes

so I hope to see you on the other side

<3 always, Kayla