Two Faces Poem by Martin Greyford

Masquerade, masquerade, masquerade
It's all what people in me
They don't see the beauty
Beyond my ugly face
They don't see anything
Except the scar
On the other half of my face.

I'm divided into two equal parts;
The other half of my face
Is really beautiful
And the other half is ugly.
I don't know if it's because
I don't really know
How to apply makeup or what.

But one thing I know for sure
I'm a night nightmare
Dressed in a daydream.