Sometimes familiar isn't good

Sometimes it's scary

And makes you want to hide

As it passes you by

But it kills you not to look

It kills you to not know how to feel real

And you sit there

As you try to put back the pieces but it hurts so much you can't bear to even think about it

All you want to do is get high off the extasy of knowing you're alive

Of knowing you're real

But you feel like a shell

Used to hide everything from everyone

So they can't tell you how gross or disgusting you are

When in reality they just want to see the real you that has disappeared into a cloud of smoke

Into a cloud of nothing but hate and deceipt

And it kills you to know that you'll never be the same

No matter how much you want it