This Is Me

Why must you sit there and
Torment me?
I bleed for you
With my veins running dry
My eyes are bleeding their salty tears
And now it's harder to shed even one
I wear my mask
Made of plastic
With squinting eyes and a smile
That stretches ear to ear
Cracks run along the sides
And down the forehead to the nose
Showing that the face that lies behind
Is broken inside
A heart that's
Shattered
And scars that are

Real
The pain that can't
Hide
This is
Me.