Blind folded and abandoned to fend for oneself
Locked up in a room that has one way in, and one way out
It's a game, they say, of mind over matter
Where the pain is just a figment of your imagination
Little do they know, how insidious it crawls through the cracks
In our skin, breaking down our soul piece by piece
Until even those pieces are too small to break even further
Be careful; it might cut those who come near
Those who are dear and hard to find --
Tattooing a blood red sign, STAY AWAY FROM ME
Strait jacket white as snow, clichéd to the point where
The extraordinary are accepted as the norm
When in reality, beauty is just a mask -- an excuse
Smile, they say, people will like you more
Deceiving those that come near, to be later scared off
By the devil within; so why bother?
Chapped lips taped shut, doors slammed shut
Forever
