a crooked smile
a laugh to deflect the pain
a crazed look of adrenaline-infused distractions
all like fake masks
painted gold, but completely worthless
an alternate persona
of fictional wealth and happiness
put on to hide
self-esteem so low
that it could collapse the mind
into total madness.
YOU ARE READING
cold nights, city lights
PoetryPoetry inspired by long nights spent staring into the galaxies, and letting my mind wander with my eyes.
