this is twice now…
feelings, contentions built.
tortured prisoner from this ground.
I feel not suited for this crown.
glorious winter season,on the surface it may seem.
what bittersweet symphany this is.
to have a mask in the mists.
two faces for them to see.
they see what they must in order to live.
this sadness tends to bring to one indeed.
I f the crown fits.
they say let it be.
oh so this entitles happiness to me?
trapped within her “happiness”
treat me like a queen she pleads.
her heart is empty yet again.
searching,searching,searching her life is what it is.
hoping of better dreams or even realities within.
friendship,love and peace is another plead she seem to need.
plans have not succeed,this shattered mirror
unveals the truth without decieved.
deception brings this mask to wear.
so they wont see this broken mess.