Words Remaining Unsaid
For every smile that graces your face,
There lies a scowl on mine.
I love you, be sure, there is no doubt,
Do not second guess me.
I can almost see through you.
You are a piece of plastic, of clay.
You mold and hold yourself
However you want and no one can get in your way.
I play along, let you believe…
That I am blind as the rest.
But no. I am the only one who sees.
For I am the real actress, ruler of the stage.
You have seen my skills.
Do I scare you? I think so.
I think that every step, out of every line frightens you.
I do not color in the lines or with the correct colors.
I will never experience with you what I wish.
You are too fragile, in every way possible.
You are too afraid for anything you cannot control.
All I wish to see of you is your loss of control.
How does your fragile form
Carry the weight?
I take away all the control I can,
Just to see you free, for even the littlest moment.
Why do you never shout, or scream?
I wait for it. I wish for it.
But you uphold your mask.
And I never see you in concentrate form.
I know you love me.
And I want to love you.
But, in truth,
I have never met you.
Will I ever meet you?
The girl under the mask.
If I ever do,
I am sure to love her.