Masquerade - Poem by Krachelle Sanders
Touch the heart of a living soul. You will feel a great
Deal of emotion that is too much to handle. You will
Feel the firey burning wick in a foul scented candle.
The scars of a broken heart still remain.
Every tear shed leaves it tattered and stained.
Now, look at her face. You see a fake smile and a
Dull glimmer in her eyes. I look of happiness while
She holds back her cries. She pretends to laugh
At every joke that is made. Everyone is happy and
Joyful while her smile begins to fade.
You have to look deep inside a person and get
Passed the performance she plays. That's when
You discover the true feeling in her masquerade.
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