Disguise
Its a fight,
Don't let them in!
Don't let it show!
Hiding behind masks,
a porcelain face,
a broken child.
"My sweet, my dear"
their whisper soft words,
a certainty to fear for good.
A hidden blade,
crisp with sheer misery,
a flash of swelled egos
and broken hearts.
Begging to leave,
afraid to go.
Uncertainty closes pained eyes,
and a new mask is donned.
This poem is about:
Me