Life
Isn't the best.
So, she tries
Sarcasm
On for size.
And it fits.
And she likes it.
So she wears
That mask.
Because it's
Funny.
And it only
Sometimes
Hurts people.
But it never
(ever) hurts her.
So she uses it,
Even when
It's a bit
Out of style.
And she wears it,
Even though it's
A bit too well-worn.
Because it's so
Comfortable in there,
In that mask,
Where no one can
See her.
They just see the
Smiling,
Sarcastic,
Tough
Paint on the canvas.
But,
She's forgotten.
When things become
A bit too well-worn,
They start to become
Transparent.
So, now,
How does it feel,
Being exposed.
When sarcasm
Can't do anything,
And all that's left
Is reality?
So, now,
How does it feel,
Having
Everyone see
You for who
You really, truly are?
So, now,
How does it feel,
Not being
Invincible?
So, now,
How does it feel,
With those
Reopened wounds
That never quite
Healed all the way?
So, now,
How does it feel,
Being brought back
To your childhood,
Where everything
Was so, so, so
Scary
And you were so, so, so
Scared?
Is it like another world
Because you
Just can't believe it?
Is it like being woken up
From the best dream
Of your life?
Is it like being killed?
Because to you that
Seems like the
Better option,
At the moment.
Just remember,
Masks will fade
Eventually.
AN: I gave it a shot. I would love to hear your opinions on this, or your thoughts on what I should write next. Thanks for reading. :)
-Lexi