When going up I was told to be strong,
I learned to never admit when I was wrong.
Don't show yourself weak,
even though all you are is mess in a heap.

The older I grew the masks changed too,
but always showing strength,
even though I used to cry every day at length,
getting rid of my life in some attempts.

But my heart was never really in it,
so I kept growing, the masks never showing,
learning about life, about the world, and even more.
the masks on my face made it sore.

As a teen, where binge drinking was the new cuisine.
Sometimes the masks would slip,
and the words like vomit on my lips,
tighter to the mask I grip.

Trying to find love wherever I could,
probably too desperate want more than I should,
fleeing to one person then to another,
escaping the...