The me they just don't see

I'm dark. I'm horrible. I'm broken!

But they don't see that from aside,

They just can't hear what is not spoken

By mouth that smiles, but holds a cry.

You want a doll? That's what you get:

The pretty, happy, silly friend

That has no feelings, problems,

but

Is always there when you need help.

I've played this character forever,

You haven't seen a bit of me.

You know,

I can be passionate and clever,

But you're not there when I feel free.

And through the time I've lost the skill

To show my 'self', and how I feel.

I've put a mask, but it's not real.

And now I'm locked inside and angry,

I'm trashing everything I can,

Trying to break out. I'm going crazy -

I'm just too tired to pretend.

The shell is broken, beast is out-

I have gone loose, but now at last

I'm free,

I'll show what I am all about -

The bad things happen for the best.