Michael James Kennedy Findlay

(20/04/1988 / Gloucester, Gloucestershire)

Fake Face


A fake face for all to see, covering my true soul
Hiding my true emotions from the world
Allowing me to remain unknown and silent
Hidden from help, never thinking I need it
Scared of telling, scared of what people say
A tortured soul inside that encasement
A prison it cannot it escape
My soul, a safe locked by its own fear
My fear a fake face for all to see, hidden from the world
Ever wanting to be released
But when given chances remains silent and hidden

Submitted: Tuesday, December 28, 2004

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