Bent

Bent
We live in cliches we call life
We hide ourselves 
To paint the perfect picture
We live our lives dependent
On the thoughts and conveniences
Of others, we bury ourselves 
Try to hide the scars
We tell false tales 
We force the laugh 
We fake the smiles 
And deep down we dead
The spark lost to our eyes
We build walls 
Show such bravado 
Yet we cower at night 
Our flawless public facade 
Masking private despair 
We are made bare by the image 
Reflected in the mirror 
Our vulnerability oozing out 
Like blood from a cut artery 
Our true selves naked before our eyes.