Paper Mache'

everyday,
every second,
whenever you see me,
you are looking at a mask.
a brave face,
put on to protect your eyes.
Lies over an expectation frame like paper mache'.
stretched,
fitted,
fixed to my living persona.

Underneath,
is the most horrific,
mangled,
terrorizing,
soul.
You say terrorizing,
i say terrorized.
There is a beautiful frame,
of kindness,
love,
passion,
and performance.

But on top.
Mangled love,
broken pieces,
lost hearts,
and sins lay.
Who is to blame for this wreck.
I would love to say him,
but it is only myself.

Created a crime scene.
Excavators hacking away at the ruins of a spoiled human.
This was once a human a passerby may say.
Yes, sadly she was ruined.

But for now,
untill someone takes the time to clean up and find the missing peices,
i lay wrapped it my mummy of deception.
waiting for someone to take the time to save me,
before it is too late.

The End

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