Stranger WithinA Poem by BrenShe sat by and let the others drown her in their judgments.
Her shirt ironed and skirt pleated, she appears prim, proper.
A forced smile and subtle nod was enough for them, but peeving to her.
With her legs crossed and posture rigid, a monster was created.
A character she created long ago.
Her laugh trails those of her acquaintance and her company is found amongst a multitude.
Underneath the rouge and perfume, is a delicate and transparent girl.
The faux fur coat distracts from her solemn face creating an interruption in her refined appearance.
Underneath the opulence is a genuine soul that hadn’t been visited.
There is more to her fancy style and cryptic demeanor, but it wasn’t a part of her that she wanted to share with the world.
At night, she sits in solitude on the old, rustic bench outside her manor and weeps.
With tears running down her face her makeup turns to a heavy layer of murky colors.
She gently unfastens the backs of her pearl earrings and removes her purple shawl exposing her shoulders.
She strips down, becoming vulnerable to the elements, and disappears.
What felt like a lifetime was just a moment.
The bright light of the morning sun awakened her innocent face.
Was it a dream, she wonders?
As she looked outside her window she saw the scrutiny of her existence.
© 2015 BrenAuthor's Note
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