Running Mascara

Besides losing everything you have ever gained, it is that time of the night.
The one where you hide all the scars and all the thoughts that you think make you feel ugly,
Actually they are not so bad at all,
‘cause if you look at the news, the people in it will make you take a fall.
“There is no point in staying here” you declare,
Yet you are still here.
That is the problem with us, barking dogs seldom bite,
We know the difference but all the wrongs seem just too right
The length of the fabric disguises the truth
But you are naked to the world.
With the running mascara, you are a broken girl.
And it is okay, we have fallen down like toy soldiers,
Crying, looking for a shoulder.
Don’t think you are the only one.
Everyone seems happy, but not one is.
Because if everyone is happy,
Moon would be in the middle of where the sun is,
So I get it, everytime you take that whiskey down your throat.
The warmth eases the pain, the rush keeps you insane,
Hence you don’t give a crap, what others think and you shouldn’t listen to them.
But what you need to do…is you need to take a look.
In the mirror, as your world crumbles with that look that you took.
The red eyes and dead lies are off the hook
And the happy ending isn’t there at the end of the book.
You cry for a shoulder, look to your side,
Look to your back, look in your head.
Look at all the happy memories,
They’ll vanish if you are dead.
Look to your parents; look at your friends,
Just give it a look, and try to make amends,
Look at the troubles, all of them you have left behind,
Now turn your face back to the future…
Never to look behind.
Now look at yourself, will that look ever change?
Because it is too easy to give up, “Not to” is strange,
Look at your eyes, the depth as an ocean,
Look at the pupil dilate, as the love approaches.
I’ve been looking for my answers,
They hide in this world, and truth is what I seek.
“I spy” every single one, You are the same as me.