That it doesn't matter.
That was her reply.
You help she does not
desires.
You may just resign.

For this is her story.
Her story in disguise

The girl who races.
Born in may.
Her paper faces
on display.
Behind a thousand
closed doors.
Just like her broken
racked dolls.
Where she lies
paralyzed.

If you'd look closer
And maybe you'd see.
The girl who paces.
Born in may.
Her paper faces.
She leads astray.
And there she
caresses
her lovely array
of paper faces.
Her only defenses.
Shielding her from
the shades of grey.

In the guise of friendship
Like an apparition, he appeared
Extended the hand of friendship
Eloquent words mesmerized her
Smiles galore, her heart enamored
His words spiced for right flavor
She trusted her heart in his custody
Unaware of his sinister plans
So well disguised in masked lies
An illusionary world seemed perfect
Her heart kept beating for him
Only at her lover’s whims
Never realized her heart was seized
Because love came in hellish desire
In a masquerade, hiding his plans
Her heart was played with, forever

My heart thrives to be strong
but it’s simply just too hard.
It’s living a life of its own,
feeling as if its lonely in the dark.

No other soul to share its feelings with
so instead it sits and watches from a far.

It may feel lonely at times
but my heart’s pretty smart

it has a censor of its own
that goes past your disguise

as it watches from a far
it picks out all of your lies
tries to figure you out inside.

so next time you try to play me
remember that my heart
has seen and done it all
while it was thriving to be strong