Charade

When no one knows how you really feel inside.

Lost in thought as she usually was.. Tired of the charade she put up for everyone to see. Her fake smiles, her smart remarks, her funny jokes. The life of the party they'd always say. To the world it seemed she had it all.

Oh how wrong they were. Those stormy winter nights were the worst. The mask coming off as darkness took ahold of her. The pain cutting into her soul, her essence. In her private hell she could show her true self.

Lonely and sad, a heart full of rage and anger, bitterness and dispair. Tears that burned scars across her face. Heartache so deep. Abandoned by those who promised so much and did nothing. How cruel this life of hers.

And yet as morning comes once again the charade begins. Bearing a mask of fake happiness that has never been there. Her true self she will never show knowing the world will only remember her happy charade.

Reviews

[Chris]

A fair view of a "human" condition. Many put on their "face" before they leave for school or work daily.

[~]

A very powerful and strong write. Anyone would identify with it. I really liked the line of tears burning a scar across her face. Poignant, dark - beautiful!! :D

[Angie G]

Tyvm!! I really hope u enjoy my crazy writings moonskittles

[~]

I really do Angie!! and it is not crazy :D

[wordman]

the mask of life,i wonder how many wear them
you did a wonderful job on this write angie

[Angie G]

Thank you wordman! We all wear masks once in a while.. Its a way of dealing with life. Glad to be back.

[wordman]

you are welcome,looking forward to your poetry