Strangers on the street stare at you in awe thinking to themselves that girl’s got everything; even the people closest to you are blind, blind to the storm brewing in your mind.
Your best friend says your pretty without makeup. Your boyfriend agrees and says your gorgeous; but what’s the use if all you see in the mirror is the face of your past staring back at you.
You can’t bare to look in the mirror too long cuz the face you see is full of hurt and grief. You use makeup as a mask to hide the pain cuz sometimes what’s inside is more toxic than posion.
You put on your concealor to hide the lack of sleep, put on blush to fake a healthy flush, then add eyeliner and mascara to make your eyes sparkle; creating the mask which hides your real feelings safe inside.
For now the mask will stay in its place while you work on trying to accept your past. Soon enough you’ll start taking apart the sheild and then let people in and start living again.
Mask is a object worn on face People use ‘coz they want themselves to be efface Mask is used for protection and disguise It usually give mortals a surprise A masked face is what people see And it is who
I made a mask for myself one day So colorful, filled with glee but beneath the surface lies another aspects of my personality. Nobody sees me cry Because i designed the mask for smiling Nobody can sees the pain Because
It gives me the greatest joy To see people laughing And I’ll do anything I can To make sure they don’t lose their mirth Some giggle slightly Some laugh out aloud Some laugh so hard Tears stream down their faces
To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity? Your hump or deep wrinkled