oh look at these masks we wear,
that we put on so carefully every morning.
the smiling faces that won't break,
hiding our broken faces.
hollow laughs and empty smiles,
but no one sees it, even just for a while.
we're expected to be prim and proper,
and be pink and pretty and perfect.
but the smiling facade eventually fades,
and masks eventually break.
our laughs turn into screams,
and our smiles into sobs.
we build new masks slowly,
picking up the pieces one by one.
but our true faces show the broken porcelain
that would never be glued back as one.
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short poetry || riley black
Poesiejust some short excerpts, not edited very much, but i will edit as i go along! reviews are appreciated, please enjoy! xo
