Masks
There isnt any way
To know who i really am
With every sweet facade blobking my real self.
With an innocent smile permanently plastered onto my face.
With my eyes always down,
So you cant tell the color anymore.
Blue turns to grey,
Grey turns to blue.
But that was all past.
Not everything is grey.
No rain, not sunshine.
Just shadows.
Copyright © Sofia Shteyngolts | Year Posted 2011
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