Invisible marks and singular traits
Remnants of a twisted figure,
Entangled, trapped in a stormy mind,
Of profound scars and grotesque illusions.
Tortured by the sight of your own reflection,
You wander in a masquerade of gorgeous lies
Covering your face with chatoyant veils,
Tampering with the velvet crimson of your lips.
Despite the brightness of your gaze,
The softness of your words,
You still bury your shame in cold pretends,
Those you praise with all the might in your being,
but so profoundly, wholeheartedly despise
Those who are softly piercing deeper into your soul,
Until, at last,
The look of your own shell becomes unbearable,