Behind the mask,
a girl.
Behind the strength,
she is week.
Behind the smiles,
a flood of tears.
Behind the laughter,
she is struggling to breath.
Behind the mask,
a broken girl,
orphan in her own family.
the ghost of her own life.
Behind the mask,
is me.
YOU ARE READING
A Princess on a wheelchair
PoetryA compilation of poems written by a humble girl, sometimes when she's almost asleep and sometimes when she's bored. Overall when inspiration strikes. If you like it, please consider giving it a vote and expressing your opinion.
