Friday, September 13, 2013


The mask serenity was placed
and tightened with resolve,
to hide the truth of grief and fear;
all doubt to be dissolved.

It settled into place so neat,
that none could ever see,
the hell which roiled internally;
the pain of being me.

How easily they did believe,
how quickly were they fooled,
and so was I in mirrored shock;
the image long would hold.


  1. I always find myself surprised when someone doesn't see whatever I may be trying to hide. It's a strange feeling, to want to be both noticed and ignored.

    1. Some people don't want to know. Some people just don't pick up.

  2. Yes, I think we've all been there a time or two. Trying to disguise yourself and then being irritated or at least surprised when you're not discovered. We always think more about our outward appearances than others do, I suppose. Thanks for linking up.

  3. For better or worse, I'm a terrible liar. But trying to hide feeling hurt and the not having the hurter realize - I do get that.