under

underneath my cloak underneath my smile underneath my pain there is momentary gain. underneath my makeup underneath my clothes underneath my subculture there is a story and this is how it goes. underneath a girl lost in time underneath a shrouded mind underneath myself there is a place there is a place, we all have to face. i looked in the mirror and realized i'd lost but underneath my defeat underneath my heart's heat underneath it all there is still a child so small. still learning still growing still compassionate still showing... showing you whose right showing you i wont let myself lose this can never be won fight. underneath the hate underneath the fake underneath the black there was a point, where i could never go back. under the cover of another underwing under heard, a song slowly sings a heart beat a murmur my love your demise i see i touch i feel i am alive underneath the pain there will always be momentary gain. xoxo Kyelle