The Mask


Even the most perfect people, the ones who seem all right.
Need comfort as they stay up, worrying all night.
The girls who are pretty, and whom you despise.
Are really just believing their own petty lies. 
The happy go lucky friend that you know.
Is really just wanting to end the darn show.
Don't take appearances for granted, dear.
For all that does is more falsehoods to rear.
The man who practices his faith, speaking free.
Is really just demoted in the mind of you, by a degree.
You dam any difference, you refuse to ask.
What is it...who is it...behind the mask?


chicago. 2015. 


8 comments:

  1. Ooh! Cool poem!!!:D
    -Emma-

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    1. Thank you Emma. : )
      ~Kathryn

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  2. Very nice. I especially like the last line.
    And I will be participating in FLC. :) Can't wait for the first challenge!!

    - Ellie

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    1. Merci, Ellie.
      Good to know, thank you. : )
      ~Kathryn

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  3. I like this. It really makes you think. Thanks for sharing!
    --Rebecca at The Silver Flute

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    1. Thank you Rebecca. : )
      ~Kathryn

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  4. This is absolutely breathtaking, Kathryn!

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    1. Thank you, Claire!
      ~Kathryn

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