04.09.23
I have the right shade of paint on my face
In the perfect blend to hide all the bruises
It's a dim-lit room but I'll take no chances
Lest a wandering eye catches a reflection
Of my misery in the polished silverware
A sheep in the company of wolves cannot cry 'wolf'
~RC
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Poetry365 days of poetry A/N This is a continuation because Wattpad has a 200 chapter limit on books and the year has 365 days.
