The lights turn on
And so does the mask.
Whether truly joyful or upset,
None can tell.
The expressions shown
Are the only ones known.
None know the fake smile
Perched upon crimson lips.
None know the hidden truth
Behind the scene playing before them.
None know their roaring applause
Means nothing to her.
None know the worrisome thoughts
That swirl in her subconscious.
When the lights turn off
And the façade deteriorates,
None know the horror
Which lies beneath.
***
*drops mic*
7/21/2017
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Poetry Over Prose
PoetryI've never been artistic. I've never really liked poetry. So basically, I'm gonna add shit when I'm sleep-deprived and not thinking straight. NOTE: One shitty poem USED TO BE posted every day! Highest ranking: #67 in Poetry (8/17/2017) *** Cover pho...
