It’s cold down here.
My consciousness drifts, sustained in a sea of memories.
I observe the world’s vivid colour palette through opaque eyes.
The mask is always smiling.
Never hiding.
She greets every person that she meets,
And never gets cold feet.
She dances like a demon,
And laughs like an angel.
She is warm and open and gives herself away,
She always knows the right thing to say.
Socializing is her first priority,
Hiding would only reveal inferiority,
She plays the field like a pro,
Never letting her true feelings show.
Under the mask, I’m suffocating.
Everything I loved has become superfluous.
Everything I lived for is dead to me.
But She is always happy.
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Into the dark...
20 Dec 2011, 8:14 am
