Cheshire Cat

Sometimes I feel like I am a lie.

Not my life, but myself.

Looking into the mirror I see…

            Past the small-lipped grin

            Past the curious eyes




I am a girl slowly, steadily





A new character every night.

I don’t want to be a new character every night. (I want to be a new character every night.)


They hear the words coming from my lips, listen to the laughs; I am the Cheshire Cat. 

What am I hiding from? What  am I keeping hidden, in a fortress forged by my own smile?


I don’t know. (I know, I know).


One day the fortress will come crashing down.

My fake smiles will be gone.



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