Red Mask
I am too broken. They all just throw me to the side, they don't know how badly I need those hugs. How desperate I am to be loved that I will keep trying even after I am rejected and abused. They don't know how I hate mirrors, how I hate how I am so confused about who I am. I want to have someone, anyone love me so bad that I lie to them by putting on a happy mask. That's what I am to the outside world-a mask. My Madam Red was so curl. She dared to show me kindness. I still can't believe that she's gone.
If Will knew how much it hurt when he ignorers me, would he still do it?
What if Bassy knew how much I need him?
Would Undertaker run away if I told him who I really was?
The long red hair that took so long to grow is wrapped around my left hand. I don't deserve to have hair that is such a wonderful color, in such a wonderful shade. My right hand is shaking and holding a pair of red scissors.
Okay I know it's short but I wrote it anyway.