on the surface, she was sweet as sugar, but underneath, she was cold as ice.
no one knew her real story
she wasn't sure who she could trust
she couldn't just tell anyone the ominous things
who would believe such treachery could happen to a young girl
but it did
and it forever haunts her like monsters in the night ready to pounce the second she has her guard down.
so the mask she wears the sweet mask made of sugar
no one will ever know the ice created beneath so she will never again have to feel pain.
About the Creator
Benita Gonzalez
Just a woman trying to make it in this messed up world and I'm trying my best it's not over till I'm underground
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