Perpetrator
Many thoughts on this little head of mine.
Consciousness deteriorates over the elusive time.
Losing myself as I ponder this temporary blockage.
Everything thrown off during this power outrage.
This mask I seem to hide behind.
I'm running from something that I refuse to find.
People are so easy to deceive because their eyes captivate an image.
Minds wonder through its pilgrimage.
I smile, but they perceive me to be happy.
If they only knew the truth, judgments will be passed; and I feel crappy.
Pain runs deep within these veins.
I can still feel the inside, gnawing away with its fangs.
Fighting for survival and my sanity.
Though constant and rigid, I stand apart from vanity.
I'm not what people have mold me out to be.
Even if people feel as if they "know me",
sad to say, you (people) never will.
Copyright © Jasmine Mcghee | Year Posted 2012
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