Behind the Mask
Trying to prove something nice,
Arises a personality in disguise.
She then came to realize,
She's been hiding it behind a smile.
However, the mirror had another plan,
For what they only see is a spirit that can't be scanned.
Once, twice, or thrice,
Keeping it to herself how many times,
Reflecting on what is behind, the mirror reveals otherwise.
If only her eyes were honest,
You can see that she's been hiding in the darkest.
And only if her eyes can talk,
Then you can hear the sob of an acting rock.
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The Journal
PoetryRegret's Echo POV: A collection of poems and narratives from Luna's perspective.
