• There's a thin line between
    what's real or pretend
    when you paint your face with all your lies
    to cover all the shame that has been done

    you wear a black sleeve
    to cover the scars that were left
    after the cuts and bruises
    from the one you hold so dear

    you feel the rage build with in the innocent look
    you give to others to disguise yourself
    so that no one will ever know the pain you feel

    will you save yourself... from the man made hell
    that was made for you
    or... will it kill you, if you ever escape

    Only know that, there are others that felt the pain to...