Masked

Masked 

Alex Smith

She cries in the 

dead of night 

when all eyes and minds are at 

rest she lies awake wondering why 

they all look at her 

as less than a 

human being 

asks herself 

is it actually what they're seeing...?

but she starts agreeing

she starts believing 

in their labels 

stabled to her soul.

They ask:

but why?

why do even feel like that?

you shouldn't? 

you should be fine?

your life is good!

you are such a fotunate girl?

lips like rose petals 

gently bronzed skin 

freckles sprinkled across her nose

absolute daydream

her thoughts just circle around and around

drowning in colorless irisis 

it hovers in her lungs 

and her vision is clouded as she

whispers a soft whistle of smoke 

into the winter sky

her heart beats

a little steadier 

she separates her lips 

only for a moment 

they shut back together like attracting magnets 

her mind hiding behind

a pretty face