Masquarade, by Faith, by Thoughtless Encounters Subscribe to rss feed for Thoughtless Encounters

I will wake up in the morning,
check myself in the mirror.
Paint a smile on my face.
Wipe away all my tears.

I will lock away the girl inside,
hide her in my room.
Once I step outside my door
she will wait until I come home.

I will go throughout my day;
you will not even know I am there.
Then I will vanish at day's end
It will never cross your mind to care.

I will go home to the mirror,
peel away the layers I applied.
I will take the mask off my face
and carefully put it all aside.

There I will stand totally exposed
with no one there to see
what my soul is really like
unbridled, naked and free.

©2005 
Posted: 2006-01-18 10:34:35 UTC

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