A locket,
shimmering bright,
It holds a picture-
It holds it tight.
A picture of a teenage girl,
the girl is crying-
her soul is dying,
but this locket is not kept near the heart,
its kept behind the eye-
the eye of the girl-
the tears get bundled up inside,
inside its golden case.
For when the pain whips down on her,
her eyes will remain dry.
Choking on her own breath-
screaming out in anger
the locket just grows bigger
to hold the tears inside.
Now a giant golden heart
Formed a world that always rains-
rains the tears that where kept inside
behind the tearless eye.
So when you see her-
she smiles,
and looks at you with big bright eyes,
dances and sings,
and exposing the hyperness thats degraiting her reality-
Exposing the smiles that hide her pain,
you can't see beyond that
beyond the outer cover-
of the happiness mask,
beyond the locket
that hides her pain,
and her millions of tears,
her broken heart,
her empty soul,
her screams of her dying self-
Hidden in a mask-
the mask you see on me.