Masquerade

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All I am is not all that you see.
Days like today, I feel like a mere mist
In the midst of a vague existence.
Days like today, I feel retained
In a cell with a knob-lacking door
While you dance on clear, summer air.
So steady was my hand as I
Painted the mask that your eyes dissect.
And I hide behind this charade.
I pretend to be a plane
When I am only a bird,
Because I couldn't fly high enough
To please you.





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Libby L. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 20, 2009 at 11:49 pm
Great job of expressing that feeling you have when someone is trying to expect way too much of you. Or that feeling when you feel like everything that you do is ignored, even when it's your very best.
 
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