A Girl's MasqueradeA Poem by MollyI wrote this a loooong time ago.
I am a girl of many faces. Many different people reside inside. Some days I am fragile, frail, And the slightest puff of wind will knock me down. Other days I am strong and fierce, Pursuing my prey with a superior calculation rivaled by no man or beast. Sometimes I am aloof; I’m invisible and indifferent, an observer. Outside my interest is masked, but inside I am a hopeless romantic, waiting for the proverbial perfect moment that never existed. My outfit for today includes my favorite mask. Humor runs over it, into it, seeping through it until it is the embodiment of hilarity. Then I take my place on the stage And perform for you. Only you. I take my bow, anxiously waiting my hungered applause. Of course I receive none. But is that not the point of the façade? The intension of the varied masks? They hide my true feelings so none may know the passion that is me inside. The door to the mask’s removal has as yet Found no key. The bearer of the key may be absent, But still I play, Weaving my lie, waiting for the bearer of the key to appear. But until that day, I shall act my soul out.
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Added on February 7, 2008AuthorMollyAboutI write to write. Not for you. Not even for me sometimes. Inspiration just hits me, and I'll write it down. Sometimes what I write concerns the present, people I know or things I've seen. And other t.. more..Writing
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