disguise
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Painted walls, guide my rough fingertips
Cracked movements trip my aloof mind,
Feeling distinct
Familiar even,
A cool autumn breeze runs up my spine,
Prickling my skin into reality.
i could get losT in those eyes.
beHind them there are other worlds, lights, and sensations thAt take you like a tidal wave.
the world fades away around us for a Time,
and it’S an epic euphoria, all the little while.
You see, the hood was red for a reason.
The wolves had every reason to fear her. She was merciless,
no charm and no amount of begging would suffice.
She carried other things in that basket of hers.
They say, "keep your friends close
But your enemies closer."
I ask, then, how do you know?
Who is your friend
And who is your foe?
One moment it's sunshine
And happiness and laughter.
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm
No rhyme
Just me
And myself
Dark hands
Bright face
WIth a dim glow in the eyes
Worn out
By the challenge
Of living each day with a smile
Inside
“Conceal
Don’t feel
Don’t let it show
Don’t let them know”
Quoted from the movie “Frozen”
And none sadder but truer words have never been spoken
See we all hide behinds our curtains and masks of sorts
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
I screamed but only piercing silence was heard thus I took my seemingly rightful place as the invisible nerd.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes
Everyday marks another bruise
And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane
Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Pay no attention to that girl behind the curtain. She only comes out when she's all alone. The mask is only taken off when she is by herself.
Behind the curtain
What I keep hidden
From your eyes and mind
Is strictly forbidden
Under the mask
What a clever disguise
Every morning she stood in front of the mirror and was ashamed of what she saw
She hated the kinks in her hair
the sea faring bridges of her nose
the fullness of her crimson lips
So she sought refuge in makeup
i hide behind a mask
So I could hide my tear
Soo that peole can't see my emotions
I make sure that no one can jude me
My sexuality is what hide the most from everyone
This is my facade
My mask, my security
My assuracnce of no judgement
I walk around, unhappy
Not okay with who I really am
I pretend to like guys, and only guys
I am a stranger
in my own life
I don't understand my friends
nor do they understand me
they may think they do
they may think that
my laugh is genuine
they may think that
I stroll down the streets of my town, through the hallways of my school, through the rooms of my house,
And what do people see?
Everyone wears a mask.
It's as if we're all at a ball.
Who are you really?
I may never know.
As sidelines of red roses and green grass narrows,
and the sky ahead fades blue,
Confusion rises amongst the humid rain, and pain,
sharp pains are felt deep,
As I lie here on my bed, I can't help but think of all the lies I've been fed.
The smile on my face masks the expressions I hold deep inside
There’s so much wound up in me, but I’ve got too much pride
I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s hard to let go
Feels like I'm grown
Treading tremendous waters I'm all alone
In my mind
Seems like I can't find time
Feeling lost
Like love won't stay around
It's hard to stay on that path
The Masks We Wear
“Masks for sale! Masks for sale!”
The man of many masks did hail.
“Masks for parties, masks for tricks,
Masks of boars and masks of chicks.
And if too old for masks you feel,
Hey teacher, teacher
I bet you never saw this coming
I bet if I told you you'd think I was lying
Cleverly disguised
Behind beauty and brains
But see with more than your eyes
Angel by day
Hope,
Being portrayed as a bird or a silver lining,
Always positive.
Never has it been seen for what it truly is,
A double edged sword.
One edge being the outcome we desire and the other being... Painful.
I thought you were the victim
Crying behind the hands that shielded your eyes
Wondering exactly why I gave into your lies
Trust
Something we were supposed to have
