I put on my mask
Day after day
It's my façade,
How I can stay hidden
But oily skin and thin sheens of concealer
Cannot cover up the feelings in my eyes
So I divert them to the ground,
Hoping you won't unveil my lies.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoesíaI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
