Disguise,
I wear to keep me safe,
seen by all,
as being shallow and fake.
My soul,
I won't let them take.
A fool of me,
I won't allow them make.
Repulsed am I,
by all their senseless hate.
In complaints,
about anything they partake.
The malice,
that they always create
is tiring-
for they see nothing great.
Disguise,
I wear to keep me safe,
seen by all,
as being shallow and fake.
My soul,
I won't let them take.
A fool of me,
I won't allow them make.
YOU ARE READING
Darkened
Poetry"Walks there the girl of the constant weep, tears shed at night by a girl who never sleeps" *** Collection of poems for all who believe in feelings. *** 2nd Place Winner in the Pheonix Awards
