You fell in love with a girl and I'm wearing her skin
On the surface composed and inside broken
I have two souls and they hate each other
A lie is fake
The truth is real
A lie will mask
What truth reveals

A lie is dirty
The truth is clean
The lie lays in shadow
The truth beams

You are the liar
I am the truth
The lie is easy
The truth cuts through

You can't face mine
I don't want yours
One cut too far
But what do I lose?

Not much lost
Nothing gained
No more lies
No more pain

You are fake
I am real
You can't mask
What I reveal
If we are in a masquerade party
with no faces,
nor identity

Just words,
and alcohols,
for both of us
to see.

Just soul,
and coffee,
making our spirits

Would you look at me
without a mask,
with a cover,
inside a flask?

Would you touch me
and dare to drown
inside my smirks,
smile, and ignited frown.

Would you run away from me
to set yourself free?

Or would you let yourself fall,
for a masqueraded soul?
I am just me with a mask to fit with the society.
The grimmest form of love
is the love
for that mask you wear
But you wouldn't take it off,
because you're afraid
that they will see the real you
and be disgusted
by the scars on your cheeks
the paleness of your skin
the deepness of your eyes
But dear, let me tell you
That everyone,
Wears a mask too.
savvy Jul 11
I'm living in all the worlds and

I constantly have to put on the right mask.
Sara Kellie Jul 10
You're a glitch in the system,
a fuckin' mistake.
But carry on regardless
'cause I know you're fake.

I'm sure that you know,
you were never all that.
A big fuckin' lie
and then you did that!

So take off your mask
and show me your face.
'Cause to me you're already
a fuckin' disgrace!

You cast a steel shadow
yet still hide your face.
You shared all my secrets
and told them my name.
Now, step into your spotlight
and reveal your game.

Poetry by Kaydee.
No? I didn't think so.
With fangs of dark clouds
Gnashing at the once blue sky
Now overtaken by an empty stain
Flushing the lights, the skies
Leaving the heavens monotone
Dullness covers the air, until
Winds spoke, hushing the silence
And as the first raindrop met the ground
Stillness of the land gets shaken
Rain brings chaos to the once dry soil
Dusking the land as it seeps in
Weaving its way back home
To the oceans, swamps, and lakes
Before turning into gas once more

With jaws of sharp ebony
Gnawing at once happy faces
Now befallen by empty images
Washing the smiles, the laughs
Leaving the canvas with only frowns
Blandness hovers the atmosphere, until
A heavy heave breaks the quiet
And as the first teardrop passed the cheeks
Peace of emotions gets quivered
Tears bring mayhem to the once arid visage
Reddening the surface as it sinks in
Inventing its way back abode
To warmth, tranquility, calmness
Before wearing a mask once more

Melancholia has again come by
Greeting mortals with misery
Tearing away every disguise
Revealing what we've hidden
Özcan Sh Jul 8
I take their hands
Pull them out of the darker forest
Because I love them all

I saw their happy faces
But not the knife they hid behind their backs
They stabbed me
I fell on the cold ground
They left me alone in the dark forest

I came alone in the dark forest
And I will go out alone out of the dark forest
The pain they gave didn't stop me to go
They just make me stronger

The forest does not scare me
Their fake smile,
Their fake feelings,
Their fake faces scared me
But I'm not scared anymore
Because I have finally seen behind their masks
Their true identity.
Amanda Jul 6
I do not know where to find happiness anymore
Unable to ignore this burning hole inside
I no linger enjoy activities that once brought pleasure
For unknown reasons my heart won't be satisfied

Stars seem dinner, losing shine
Scatter across the inky dim sky
Many beautiful corpses of suns
Yet each night I watch them drift by

Sick of this unquenchable thirst
Trying to regain joy lost
I'm smiling but inside I'm torn apart
Mouth laughing, but arms are crossed

Put on a mask to disguise my despair
Fell from a blissful staged fantasy
Cartwheeling deeper into uneasiness
My subtle discontentment is challenging to see

The woman I wish I could be is out of reach
I'm convinced it's too late to change my ways
A time once existed when I was proud of my decisions
I am forever yearning to revisit easier days
Written 5-21-18
My friends say I smile all the time,
That I don't have a serious face.
I find this particularly funny,
Because I constantly remind myself
That my frown must be erased.

Nobody wants to see
What is really under my mask.
And if they have a clue what it is,
They are too afraid to ask.
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