Chosen, your fake smiles don't fool me.
Neither do your looks of false hurt
And far too loud laughter.
How long have you been constructing
This shallow image
That masks so well
The festering darkness
That grows daily in your heart.
Shallowness…
What a perfect disguise.
Easily dismissed
And no more notice given,
No deeper inquiry made.
Don't let them past the surface,
Past brilliantly red hair
That perhaps represents
Your vibrancy and passion and love.
Or maybe it symbolizes
The dark flame of resentment rising within you.
Which will you choose?
The red warmth of love
Or the fiery darkness of despair?
Life or death, Chosen.
Which do you choose..?
