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