Cotton swab smeared with oil at the ready,
She slowly peeled the layers off,
One by one,
Of pretense, of smiles that tried too hard,
Of attention and of being just another
Trying to fit in.
One layer down, two more to go.
She sighed for it had been a long day.
Woken up to a mood of solidarity
And brought into a conference filled
With people looking forward to what she
Had to say. Why do they even care?
She thought to herself.
Two layers gone, you could see a bit
Of her now.
She never quite understood why she took
Up a post that required constant
Exchange of pleasantry with strangers.
What completely eluded her though,
Was how she embraced it once she was there.
Almost like she were two different people.
Was that the underlying answer?
The layers removed,
She smiled the slightest bit,
Looking at herself,
The one she knew so well,
The one others swore she wasn't.
Smiling, knowing she will always love
Coming back home to that
Smile in the mirror.
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Echo of Thoughts
PoesíaPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
