I stood in vain as the stranger stood staring.
Ashamed, I hid my stained white shirt.
Who was this woman and why was she staring?
Judgement pierced my sodden heart.
Anger, disgust, jealousy and hate,
All expressed upon her glaring face.
How could she see those things I hid
So well behind my masquerade?
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC
I stood in vain as the stranger stood staring.
Ashamed, I hid my stained white shirt.
Who was this woman and why was she staring?
Judgement pierced my sodden heart.
Anger, disgust, jealousy and hate,
All expressed upon her glaring face.
How could she see those things I hid
So well behind my masquerade?