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Mask
This piece of porecelain. A mask- lies marred and waveworn
In the beginning it gave comfort
It was entrancing and intimate
A private realm to spill your secrets and escape judgement
The mask was comforting
So easy. So liberating
It made you an artful dodger
Of feelings- hate, love, rejection and sadness
But the mask is a lie
It offers only temporary security
The sanctuary. A blatant facade.
Deep within lied buried feelings of agnst
The untainted white surface starts to crack
Just beneath the surface, there is turmoil
The hidden feelings threaten to spill forth
The fear of being exposed shakes your core
The dark circles darken and the sore eyes redden
The beauty of the mask cannot shield these changes
Your previous glamour with the mask wilts
All that remains are feelings of repugnance and shame
It was a mistake.
Far too delicate to withstand your sentiments
There is nothing left to fool everyone else
Just a broken object - a corpse meant to be disposed of
I really enjoy all your work,
I really enjoy all your work, and I especially like the line..lies marred and waveworn..never heard waveworn before, super word. :-)
Thank you
THank you so much for the kind words. Haha, I actually just recently encountered the word 'waveworn' too ;)