Her façade of perfection slips,
the painted smile cracking.
She can no longer hide,
nor prolong her Script.
Broken in the shadows,
She became her mask.
The lies were her truth,
She forgot herself long ago.
A short entry for this prompt from the lovely Jaqueline Oby-Ikocha 🙂 Day 9 of the Writing 101 Poetry course and we had to write about something pertaining to Camouflage.
For today’s poem, take inspiration from camouflage — you may apply it in any way you like, whether you write about visual or social dissimulation, or focus on the way we hide our myriad emotions, actions, and reactions. What would be your ultimate smokescreen, concealment, or mask?
I took this from my own personal experiences and strangely enough, for how personal this is, I kept rewriting this poem. I think even now, it is difficult even now for my brain to process how to explain the pressures of being a sort of “trophy kid” to your family. I did as much as I let myself do, maybe this will be edited in the future when I can look at this in a better perspective. Thank you all for reading!
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