We hid behind masks
You behind that cruelty
Me behind a weak facade
But we know better
You're the one struggling not to pity
Plagued by constant dilemmas
And I’m the one that laughs
Despite the beating, the pain
We are neither victim nor bully
Yet we take our past roles every day
Roles we tire of, but the audience
Doesn’t
Endless forced cycle of brutality
Plaster those smiles on
The show is about to begin
Again
YOU ARE READING
Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
