Do You Believe It?

Do you believe it?
Do you believe the lies?
Do you not see what’s hiding in her eyes?
Her masquerade is up, no one will see through.
But she leaves behind some simple clues.
Those angry red scratches, that empty plate,
Her love for herself has turned to hate.

Do you believe it?
Do you believe her smile?
Do you not see keeping its driving her wild?
Its convincing all right, the way is plastered on.
It returns to her face everyday at dawn.
But everyday when she wakes,
It becomes more and more fake…