Watch me act
As if the world
Were as a theatre
And my smile a mask
Donning my costume
From a wardrobe of personas
I need no script
My lines were carved
Into my face
Hidden behind the layers
Of chalk and paint
Hear me laugh
In the face of my villain
And sing of dreams to be made real
But put me on a stage
Where the lights are as Blinding
As a thousand eyes
And watch me stutter
As my masks crumble into dust
YOU ARE READING
Paper girl
PoetryA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
