The face I wear

Musing of the past

The face I wear

clean and neat,

is the one you'll see

should we chance to meet

The smile is fixed,

aura so light,

it buries the real,

hidden from sight

You cannot know,

the one inside,

tattered and torn,

and in darkness hides

imprisoned in a fortress,

a life in dread,

a hunger for touch,

that can't be fed

for fear of pain,

like fire in my soul,

would spark anew,

burn me whole

so alone I live,

Tucked away,

The face I wear,

Is good today

Reviews

[CiNtsaLis]

Daaaaaang *coughs* (clears throat) that's..very..creative darling (: