Her talent to pretend wasn't a virtue but a curse
The foe inanely ignored
she lived in a bastille
And was trying to break free
But if honesty is her savior
Shall she who acts naive get the feeling of relief?
Shall she feel at least the hint of spring?
Her hypocrisy was a buckler
To be protected from the plunder
Her nose was only getting longer
her mouth once opened
flames of vivid red were released
The "gift" as considered from the rest
was a prison with no escape
Even the judge felt pity
"The evidence are enough"
"You can escape at Last!"
She gasped and laughed
The girl who wore her mask
Had lived many years in the familiar land
She had been in the court In the past
trying to remove her mask
She had seen the process
She knew that attorneys were useless
So she finally decided for her future
They would reveal her real face
She would curse the ones with no brain
She obviously needed first aid
As she shout:" I won"
She feared she would lose control
Her authenticity can cause a storm
Her real face can make everyone go
Leaving her abandoned and alone
They would never realize her goals
Dreams of a soul so fragile and pure
Before the court
She was forced to hold the mask tightly
She wanted to get out
She was screaming with no sound
She was screaming with fury of her luck
She was screaming and felt at heart
her insufferable pain was in vain
She smiled recalling that
For she realized breathing fresh air exists
And spring is actually a thing
After her curse, the hatred in their eyes
Strangely, left her relieved and satisfied
She was set free , alone but at peace
But then woke up again to the familiar land
Her dream to fly away
To be saved
Was a delusion she wished was true
The voices "Run to find you"
Were silenced for good
This time the mask she held
Took away the last remaining pieces of her
- Author: Neilton ( Offline)
- Published: October 28th, 2024 17:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes we hide our true self because we care too much what the world thinks ! What will happen if no one likes me for who I am? Literally nothing! I believe that the right person will come at the right time! That's truly what I believe yet there are times that I find myself back in the same track This poem shows what will happen unless we stop caring what the world thinks .The last line shows the girl dying but of course this is a metaphor.Once you stop being yourself you stop living for you ! You live for other people and that's not living if you ask me
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