Mask
I don't have to wear a mask
I don't need to hide behind plastered smiles
Bugged out eyes
or silent tears
A false facade intended to deceive
Behind forest eyes dwells a crystal
An ugly sort of monstrous thing
With an endless array of faces
Hideous, tragic, joyful
Beautiful in every single cut-throat way
Facets of smooth and shiny glass
glimmering and sweet
Reflect the laughter of my innocence
Almost overrun by garbling sores
of a boiled bitter acid
whose touch is enticingly corrosive
Beside the blinding tranquil hues
lie the creeping shadows
Of a deadly depression
where crystal white has been corrupted
Ringing cries of desperation
echo amongst glass confines
Spinning, out of control
As a world
my world
my top
my mind
Which face will fate choose to bestow upon you?
Gold trophy winner
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