Underneath

  I try and keep it together,
and put a smile on my face.
 A young man walking tall
With no crutches and no brace.
 But no one really knows me
This is truth coming from such a dark place.
 They say I'm quite charming,
A well mannered young man.
 When in reality I am slowly sinking
in and endless pit of quicksand.
 I'm known as a cool guy.
Hell, someone once called me a stud.
 But this stud can't stand alone.
So I drag myself through the mud.
 No friends, no support
just my thoughts and a can of bud.
 Some think I'm a lecherous bastard,
an insatiable womanizer.
 But these blind fuckin idiots are of course none the wiser.
 Of my hunt for acceptance,
And that one true love.
That elusive angel from heaven above.
 But this search leaves me battered and broken as a result.
 I swear the women I meet are part of a man hating cult.
 So all of you who think you know me,
you only see my sheath.
 For like the Phantom of the Opera
My hideous beauty lies Underneath.