At night her walls fall
At night she crumbles
At night she is no longer tall
At night she breaks
In the morning she puts her mask on
In the morning her smile never fades
In the morning she is the queen of con
In the morning she is "happy"
At night she breaks
At night she is overcome with anguish
At night her tears make lakes
At night her walls are no more
In the morning she is "happy"
In the morning she looks like she's glowing
In the morning she never acts snappy
In the morning her mask never comes off
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
