Every single day is a masquerade;
Every act is a part of my charade.
I wear the mask of hope and happiness
And hide my scars inside my pretty dress;
I conceal my disintegrating heart.
When I am alone my act falls apart;
My mask can no longer hide my madness.
The beauty gone, revealed is my true mess.
All feelings and tears I will barricade;
Every single day is a masquerade.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
