The Cracks Are Showing

Close your eyes,
Fade away,
Watch it turn from night to day.
Hear the whispers in the hall,
Even though you've heard them all.
Hide inside the bathroom stall,
Chant, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Can I turn anywhere at all?"

Hear the wicked voice, it screams,
"You cannot run away from me!"
Cover your ears and shade your eyes,
But it's too late, you cannot hide.
How could you not have known it?
All your cracks are showing.

Put up your hair,
Pull down your hood.
Run away, you wish you could.
When they all stare, you hide your shame,
Wishing you could hide the pain.
Pound on your locker door and scream,
"I wish you would all get away from me!"

Hear the mocking voices, they laugh,
But those are all that you have.
Cover your ears and shade your eyes,
But it's too late, you cannot hide.
How could you not have known it?
All your cracks are showing.

These voices inside your head,
These are the ones that drag you out of bed.
To the mirror, where you look,
At that last risk you took.
To be someone you're not,
And look where you got.
Hiding and bleeding on the floor,
Where your soul tore
And found its way to somewhere else,
Leaving you like a toy on a shelf.
And now your shell has blown away,
But these voices are here to stay.
Blow your fist against the glass,
A daring look you take at last.
And when you look up you seem to find
That all the cracks are showing.