I only play a master piece

I feel dying inside
Outside i try To shine
I weep silently
I haven't enough strengh to fight

I play a great peace
Where all is fake
I am only small weak and not self confident

My feelings are so deep that I can't eat
Behind my smile and jokes aren't the real me
Deeply sad maybe depressive
Full of dark kohl on my eyes
I am turning back to my teens age
Where I was shut and tormented
Only on black clothes...
Romantic piece which come back ten year later

Fucking me my real fucking me is back ow god fuck!!