Cracked Masquerade
Vibrant yellow
And bright orange red.
A picturesque smile
An ever clear head.
An ideal portrait
Painted perfectly
Ensuring the mask
Is by no means faulty.
Pain is hidden
In all colours bright.
Black in the day
And white in the night.
Careful fingers
With only one task.
For years only painting
The perfect mask.
A smile held back
The pain under the skin
A laugh hid
The raging storm within.
But no one could see
The faults in her façade,
Seeing only
Her cracked masquerade.
Copyright © Fm Rt | Year Posted 2017
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