The FacadeA Poem by Breanna Riddle
Every time she wakes up
She grabs a bucket of paint She smears it on her face to cover her pain Every time you see that smile Remember it's not real And its hiding a defeated child Who only wants to be loved That smile she wears It seems so unfair That she hides her sadness And therefore creates her own madness © 2015 Breanna Riddle |
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Added on December 9, 2015 Last Updated on December 9, 2015 AuthorBreanna RiddleMechanicsville, MDAboutI'm 16 years old. I live in Maryland, and I love writing. I honestly think poetry is the only reason why i like writing and i wouldn't of found it if my mom didn't die. more..Writing
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