What if my mask is my real face?
What if my real face is my mask?
Would anyone know?
Would anyone care?
Would I care?
Do I know?
I look in the mirror confused
Confused
Why do I see two of me?
Who do I want to be?
Can I be both of them?
Am I both of them?
She seems so bright
She's always smiling and laughing
She's beautiful
She's so happy
She's colorful
But
The other one
She looks so faded
She looks so far away
She looks broken
She stares at the ground
A blank look
Yet
She has a glint in her eye
Is it insanity? Sadness? Fear? Angry?
I don't know
Then I blink
It's just me
Which one?
Who am I?
The original picture was not mine but
I edited it so that was my finally product, the whole poem was mine. This came from the heart and means something to me.
Thank you for reading it! More will come soon~
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Consume Me
ContoJust a bunch of random Poems, Short stories, and writings I came up with. Warning- a lot of dark and sad topics
