One of three

Dark eyes hidden by make up.
Aching cries masked by lies.
So many desires that burn like fire,
all inside of one girl, but wait
can you really trust your eyes?
Do you hear my cries?
Of course not because they're inside my mind.
To be truthful they aren't even really mine.
So I ask again,
can you really trust your eyes?
You say you can but your eyes are blind
and your ears are deaf.
Unable to hear the mutters under my breath,
"shut up"
'what? I didn't say anything'
I wasn't talking to you,
I was talking to the two.
Inside and out they shout,
The little one wants to be let out.
While the older one wallows about in self doubt, whispering to me things I long to forget about.
Then there's me, the one that questions my sanity while arguing with myself in the vanity.
Being split into three is a catastrope, that can only be heard by one, that's me.
Silent screams of breaking dreams.
It's getting harder to sew these seams that are keeping me together
in one piece,
I may walk around and as casual as i may seem,
just know i'm not one, but three.
Drowning in their silent screams.