Covered.
Emotions that run deep
Identities that choose to sleep
A mask meant for protection
Underneath a disarray of affection
Fear.
Afraid to loose what little was gained
Underneath a foundation of pain
Sour respect to protect what was lain
And there is always rain
Hidden.
A curtain that hides a window
Armour that cannot withstand foes
It is all pretend
Until the curtain falls in the end
Facade.
All this and much more
A weak and dishonorable soul at the core
Hindered by a maze of self erected doors
Their false heart and soul they will pour
Into a tangled facade that they always bore














Comments