Disconnected

My face is distorted like a rejected canvas

Forgotten where I threw my mask, so reckless

The soul of this lifeless body still roaming somewhere

My fingers toss and turn strands of a damaged hair

Carelessly chosen clothes considered decent for society

Drain all emotions that stained my face out of sympathy

Line a smile with a cheap lipstick for the sake of a show

They lied when they said ‘Be Yourself’ I know