masquerade
The page is blank,
she has to write
but what, and why?
who, and how?
It's senior year,
she has to change
it's her last chance
to play in the game
& so she laughed louder,
swore a bit more
she would not longer be
that quiet girl next door
she knew the secret
to get herself in
everyone wanted to,
it wasn't a sin
"must make our faces
vizards to our hearts"
it seemed just so simple
she'd play this game smart
but the poor girl was wrong
it wasn't like that
that so wasn't cool
just desperate, and sad
she had a false front
it was just a facade
no one would come
to her little masquerade
She cried at night,
she didn't know how
she wanted popularity,
but look at her now
she hated herself
but she didn't know why
she fell against the summer breeze
as she took her own life
sadly, she was remembered
as the Suicide Girl
her name was forgotten
as was her fake little world.
(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 7:37:00 PM
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