Plastered Faces And Beautiful Masks

Plastered Faces and Beautiful Masks

Ripped away from the place she loved.

Though it had brought much sorrow.

Her heart belonged there.

For that, it had become her second home.

The people of her year were so cruel and their words were unforgiving.

But she found light in where people's malice had only shone.

False words and masks were only inviting, for they were much like her.

Plaster on a new face every morning.

See me in the mirror, watch me from a different angle and see.

That is not the true me.

Be careful, do not get enchanted by my act, it’ll be shattered soon.

Trust me now see me with my heart on my sleeve drop all pleasantries, for now, you see the real me.

-A.D.

12/21/2018