Two masks
Two faces
Made of porcelain and paint
One of joy
One of sadness.
One heart beating
Bleeding in unison
With the cries of an aching soul.
Covered in blemishes
And stories of tragedy
She grabs the sad mask
Determined to sink into the shadowy depths of sorrow
For there, is her comfort and home.
Were she to grab the mask of joy
Well, that simply wouldn't do
For that is mapped with uncharted land.
She would have to turn that frown upside-down
And all the new muscles she would be forced to use,
No, sad is where she is happy
Sad is where she stays.
Thank you for all your support, it means the world to me!
Remember, You're not alone!
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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