Shattered Times

Who am I today or tomorrow
This mask I wear it fits the role
That I hold in society
Always Pretty and Prepped
Not allowing it to break you would think we were a perfect mate .
It’s too late it has become molded into my skin
Dealing daily with fake men fakes friends
Hmmph the life of you the life of me
When will I be free
When will I break my silence
When will my silent  tears be enough
When will my love shine through the dust
I know you gotta go through stuff the grow
But it seems easier just to mow
Treating these bitches like weeds
No need to cry no need plead
You ‘ll need me again