A pretty mask she puts on
Floral printed- a sparkling beauty
But nothing like whats underneath
Where hollow cheeks are
Haunted eyes bathe in despair
And beauty is non-existent.
So she wears a pretty mask-
Her second face
A confident smile plastered on
And kind eyes stay
But underneath
Is where the demons hide
Fighting against her mask
And at night they succeed.
This mask is all anyone see's
A sweet, kind
Happy girl
But its not real
Yet they dont know
And she dares not to take
Off her mask.
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Broken Minds
PoetryThe broken hearted, the absent minded, the invisible and hurt. We are all broken in some way.
