The Masks Are Off

She feels intensely alone
Reduced to pathetically shaking in the car
Feelings bottled,
corked with naivety for too long
Wants some sort of release,
but she can't even cry
Just shivering, shivering

Street lights amble by
Intermittently revealing her trembling hands
Her face is a cadaverous shade
under the fluorescent glow
Driving automatically,
her destination's no longer in mind
Occupied by only a question

The Party's Over After the Masquerade

Feigning politeness
You're flimsy and sightless
Mocking whatever scares you

Been acting a part
Have it down to an art
That sweet girl, she hasn't a clue

But sooner or later
she'll find you betrayed her
and take back the heart that you stole

Left begging and crying
you won't give up trying
to fit square pegs into round holes