The Day I put away my façade
Would you stand by the real me?
Would you understand the walls I have up?
You know not what I carry inside
Would you stick around to find out?
Would you understand these walls are up to protect me from the creature
The person I am is the creature I fear to walk away from
It has been there as my capturer and my protector
And without it
I may just be an empty shell
There may not be an existence without it.
If I shed the layers and layers of layers…
What will be left but the core of a girl that once was
Tears come from the girl that is lost in all these layers and layers of layers…
But she goes unnoticed 1800 Missing reports a lost cause
She might as well be reported 1800 Dead n Gone
Who would she be to you?
Who would she be to me?
But the memory of what was.
I found her once.
That once was years ago when she owned her own shell.
Now she is nothing but a prisoner…locked up.
Developing Stockholms Syndrome and afraid to run
Because all she knows is this creature that is now what I am.
This creature, that for years has allowed other capturers to use this girl.
Now the only protection is the haven of this shell
Under the layers and layers of layers
What if this creature releases this girl as she now is?
Years of prayers for freedom finally heard, would she now go?
Would she take the escape route given?
Or would she stick around and continue to submit herself
Submit herself to more years of torture by this creature.
So would you help this girl?
Would you tame the creature holding her captive?
And persuade the girl to free herself
Or would you turn your back and deny her reach for your help.
Would you deny my attempt to put away this creature’s façade?
And show you the real me
And would you help me remove these layers and layers of layers
So that as I remove these layers and layers of layers
The hurt and pain goes with the layers
Releasing me from myself the creature setting free the captive girl inside me.
Would you stand by the real me?
Would you understand the walls I have up?
You know not what I carry inside
Would you stick around to find out?
Would you understand these walls are up to protect me from the creature
The person I am is the creature I fear to walk away from
It has been there as my capturer and my protector
And without it
I may just be an empty shell
There may not be an existence without it.
If I shed the layers and layers of layers…
What will be left but the core of a girl that once was
Tears come from the girl that is lost in all these layers and layers of layers…
But she goes unnoticed 1800 Missing reports a lost cause
She might as well be reported 1800 Dead n Gone
Who would she be to you?
Who would she be to me?
But the memory of what was.
I found her once.
That once was years ago when she owned her own shell.
Now she is nothing but a prisoner…locked up.
Developing Stockholms Syndrome and afraid to run
Because all she knows is this creature that is now what I am.
This creature, that for years has allowed other capturers to use this girl.
Now the only protection is the haven of this shell
Under the layers and layers of layers
What if this creature releases this girl as she now is?
Years of prayers for freedom finally heard, would she now go?
Would she take the escape route given?
Or would she stick around and continue to submit herself
Submit herself to more years of torture by this creature.
So would you help this girl?
Would you tame the creature holding her captive?
And persuade the girl to free herself
Or would you turn your back and deny her reach for your help.
Would you deny my attempt to put away this creature’s façade?
And show you the real me
And would you help me remove these layers and layers of layers
So that as I remove these layers and layers of layers
The hurt and pain goes with the layers
Releasing me from myself the creature setting free the captive girl inside me.
MonaLisa
