Battle Scars and Tarnished Armour

Every morning,

In the steamy bathroom,

You wipe the fog from the mirror,

There you are,

I see you put the masks on,

The strong one,

The happy one,

The together one,

... The fearless one,

The lotions and potions in invincible layers

I hear the gentle sighs,

Almost hear your thoughts,

If only I could be real,

Show the battle scars,

Then who would love me?

Who would understand?

I hear your whispered screams,

And see the cross you bear,

It's me,

You know?

Every morning,

In the steamy bathroom,

I wipe the fog from the mirror,

There I am,

I start to put the masks on,

The strong one,

The happy one,

The together one,

... The fearless one,

Invincible layers and tarnished armour,

I breathe a gentle sigh,

Mumble my thoughts,

If only I could be real,

Show who I really am,

Then who would love me?

Who would understand?

Do you hear my whispered screams?

Do you see the cross I bear?

It's me,

You know?

I would understand.