second second chance

You don’t know what’s going on
Behind closed eyelids,
The words that’ve come and gone
But never left my lips.

You don’t know what lies beneath
A surface so opaque,
The real me as I live and breathe
And you don’t give a fuck.

My inside looks better than my outside;
It needs a focused glance,
A little adjustment of the light
And a second second chance.