Others see him as a perfect man with no scars.
They see a man with a broad smile always on his face,
Someone who has no flaws and live life to the fullest.
In reality
It's all an act.
Hidden his personality with a facade,
Life is like a videotape - black and white.
He seems to enjoy the moment
But under that mask of his
Is a man with no face.
He ended his movie, with an act of loneliness
YOU ARE READING
Stages of Sorrow
PoesieLife is an act. Love is a lie. She's a Fraud. Now my heart is broken.
