Like a murder weapon I conceal my Dark Passenger. Torn apart by this whirlwind I call life, I'm trying to hold together what I have left. I cling to my misery because it's the only thing I know I can control. I wear this mask to disguise myself from the people who were once close to me. I keep everyone around me at a safe distance, never letting them get close enough to see my true form; my true monster.
Once a long time ago, I was just another girl. A welcoming smile, honest eyes, a kind heart. Now bile rises from my throat, my face sunken in, my heart dead and cold. What is a person to do once she has hit rock bottom? I can no longer hold in the monster I've been so afraid of. I let it out, let it take over my senses and I disappear. I sit back and enjoy the ride while it lasts because it is the only thing that makes me feel anything now.
Life at a glance, I'm surprised no one can see this abnormality hanging on my shoulder. Every day it festers and grows. I feed it my pain, I feed it my sorrows. Like cancer, it spreads so fast I'll never be able to stop it. I write to let the emotions I feel out, expose them to the world. Maybe someone will let me in on their secrets, too. My thoughts are an infectious disease spreading like wildfire. I've lost all control.
If you met me, I know you would be confused. I've disguised myself well, putting up these barriers that hide my true form. If you met me, I would probably seem to be one of the happiest, most outgoing, adventurous people you ever meet. But truthfully, this isn't me. This masquerade I show you is what I want you to see. On the inside, I'm crumbling. I'm always turning the volume down on the pain, always turning away from the eyes that try to see right through me. This Dark Passenger, it knows me best. It sees right through the show.
Once a long time ago, I was just another girl. A welcoming smile, honest eyes, a kind heart. Now bile rises from my throat, my face sunken in, my heart dead and cold. What is a person to do once she has hit rock bottom? I can no longer hold in the monster I've been so afraid of. I let it out, let it take over my senses and I disappear. I sit back and enjoy the ride while it lasts because it is the only thing that makes me feel anything now.
Life at a glance, I'm surprised no one can see this abnormality hanging on my shoulder. Every day it festers and grows. I feed it my pain, I feed it my sorrows. Like cancer, it spreads so fast I'll never be able to stop it. I write to let the emotions I feel out, expose them to the world. Maybe someone will let me in on their secrets, too. My thoughts are an infectious disease spreading like wildfire. I've lost all control.
If you met me, I know you would be confused. I've disguised myself well, putting up these barriers that hide my true form. If you met me, I would probably seem to be one of the happiest, most outgoing, adventurous people you ever meet. But truthfully, this isn't me. This masquerade I show you is what I want you to see. On the inside, I'm crumbling. I'm always turning the volume down on the pain, always turning away from the eyes that try to see right through me. This Dark Passenger, it knows me best. It sees right through the show.
