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Shruti Dadhich Feb 2019
She walks in proud,
With her neck high,
                Just like a mountain peak...

She walks swiftly,
Just like the waves,
Taking away many hearts,
With her heartbeat going up-&-down,
             Hiding it from all others that
                                         she's weak...

She,
The one known for proud,
Is the one filled inside with insecurities & doubt!
She,
The one notorious for proud,
In loneliness cries aloud!
She,
The one who is said the definition of beauty,
     & idol of proud,
Just wear the mask of being happy,
She hides her ugliness inside,

She,
The one who's thought to be the mistress of proud,
Is filled up with insecurities & doubt,

She,
The one surrounded by a thousand friends,
Is the one who cries every moment,
But to be happy she always pretends...

She,
The Princess of silence,
Holds the volcanoes inside...
People aren't always what they appear... There are people who need you, but will never tell....
Sarah Crisp Jan 2019
Who are you
When no-one sees your face?
When the mask becomes so
Familiar you forget it's just a fake
Who are you
When you forget how to cry?
When your hands are still, although
You're trembling inside

Who are you
When even the mirror lies?
You catch sight of your reflection
And you SMILE, but you're dead inside
Who are you
And why do you hide away?
Two-Face, your face is beautiful
I hope you wear it right, some day
In the entertainment industry, it's often literally in our job description to be happy all the time, regardless of how we really feel. I noticed that I've started to smile reflexively whenever I see another person - including, apparently, my own reflection. Now I can't even be myself in my own bedroom, because the moment I look up and meet my own eyes, the mask goes back up.
noir Jan 2019
I made another mask

I got too much blood on the last one

I promise to take better care of this one

<Lies>

To be honest

I’ve forgotten what I look like

Behind my collection

<Is that really such a bad thing?>

I don’t know

You tell me

<I can’t tell you what you are>

I am

Nothing

.
i have no idea who i'm talking to but it feels like my conscience.
Kelsey Jan 2019
We lower our masks over our faces,
Put on our armor,
and get into our places.

You start with a playful jab
But it ****** more than you know.
I raise my weapon in defense,
You take a couple of steps back.
I think the match is done
Until you come swinging
Because you need to know that you've won.

If only you could take your mask off
when we're not sparring;
Maybe then we wouldn't need to fight.
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
I used to carry my flaws
on my shoulders,
heavy and hefty
with my strained back
and bent knees.
I tripped sometimes,
on the thorny ground
pricked my body, my soul
I used to ******* flaws
on my tongue
and spilled them on my lips.
Sip after sip I craved for death.
I choked on how foul they were.
I used to conceal my flaws
behind a million masks
for they were ugly and horrific.
I hid them beneath my skin
letting insanity creep along.
I with all my flaws
stood alone in dark.
There, I knew were fingers
which victimized them
for all the vile around-
Victimized my flaws for all the vile around?
Oh, came the decisive moment;
I wore off all the masks
and put on my flaws with pride.
I nourished them well and carried around.
I gulped them down every day.
Now that I will trip,
my flaws will help me up.
Now that I am bruised,
my flaws will help me heal.
Now that I am alone
my flaws will accompany me to eternity.
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
If i
with my
strength,
my valour,
my quiet,
my flaws
and my imperfections
do not look
beautiful to you,
will i with
my well streaked eyeliner,
rose lips
and silk hair?
No, my dear!
That is anything
but Beauty.
Red Brush Dec 2018
The masks I wear
Hold well in place.
To wear them fair
I shed my face.
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