Behind My Painted Face

Behind My Painted Face

Behind my painted face I fall

colours loud but I am small

the branches twist inside my head

where yesterday’s words still sit like lead

I smile in blue, I laugh in red

but all my light feels long since dead

the roots have grown through every thought

and tangled up the fights I fought

Tears hang still from every leaf

I try to hide, I find no relief

the city waits, it does not see

this mess of branches that is me

I coloured pain to hide the cracks

but still it weighs upon my back

no magic cure, no saving grace

just silent screams behind this face

And if I break, I break alone

no guiding voice, no gentle tone

just lines of colour running thin

as darkness fights the light within