reverie | ✎

iv.

𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗘

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whelve(v:)
to bury something deep, to hide.

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Dear mirror, in your reflective gaze,
Do you hear the girl in her snivelling state?
Or do you merely see her face,
eyes and lips, marked by despondency 's embrace?
 Do you peer through her bare soul,
as she gazes at herself in despair?

Do you try to understand her tears,
her invidious gaze at herself? 
No one does either, nor would she led them.
For she is an artist in painting herself as 
someone she is not :
A disguise to veil her insecurities
in a world that hails perfections.

Does she ever offer you a smile?
The same smile she offers to others
despite a storm brewing inside her?
Emotions hidden from public view,
afraid to be gauged; to be less than ideal,
so she chains away what she truly feel.

Do you ever think what burying herself does to her?
It ensnares her in an addiction to camouflage.
Believing conformity would garner affection,
so why does she sense increasing replaceability?
 The facade, a mere guise, veils her authentic self.
And now no one loves her for who she,
but loves someone she no longer concedes as her.

Thus each night, it rains in her pillow, 
mingling with sobbing, she falls into dreamland.
And waking up , she adorns herself a different skin,
yearning it would get better but it only gets worse.

― aremeich

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a/n: I should write something happy TvT.