It's not always the marks on someone's flesh
Or those waters that stream down from someone's eyes
It is not always visible to the eyes
But sometimes a perfect illusion to make a truth out from a lie
Dark clouds can be behind sunshine
And rain can be those clouds that still holding
And earthquakes are just underneath rattling
Reality can sometimes hide behind curtains
Let actors do the play
And simply stage a perfect play
Because behind every limelight is a dark spot
Of truths,
and of struggles, and of brutes
But we chose mascara to play in character
And hid ourselves,
Playing someone's character.
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Miss Heartstrong
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Facade
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that wishes to speak of the facades we put ourselves upfront. Every words of this work is meant to unleash what is behind every facades, and the truth behind our strong-willed character.
