clementine,
Under the façade is a girl with tear-stricken eyes
She covers her mouth to muffle her heartbroken cries
Under the facade is a slowly withering rose
It watches as the thorns slowly kill her soul
For too long she pretended to be someone she’s not
For too long she avoided speaking her mind
For too long she feigned a happiness that wasn’t hers
Thinking that if she faked it, she might find it in time
Desperate for acceptance, desperate for a cure
She adorned herself with flowers and stuck them on her skin with glue
She was a walking hurricane disguised as a perfect spring meadow
A façade no one else could conjure, a mask no one could see through
At the end of the day she climbs out of her gold skin and exposes her true colors
She plucks out the flowers and returns to her barren soul
As she buries herself in the covers, she lets tears drip onto her pillow
Dreading the moment she will wake up tomorrow
Literary (Submission): Under the Facade
Under the façade is a girl with tear-stricken eyes
She covers her mouth to muffle her heartbroken cries
Under the facade is a slowly withering rose
It watches as the thorns slowly kill her soul
For too long she pretended to be someone she’s not
For too long she avoided speaking her mind
For too long she feigned a happiness that wasn’t hers
Thinking that if she faked it, she might find it in time
Desperate for acceptance, desperate for a cure
She adorned herself with flowers and stuck them on her skin with glue
She was a walking hurricane disguised as a perfect spring meadow
A façade no one else could conjure, a mask no one could see through
At the end of the day she climbs out of her gold skin and exposes her true colors
She plucks out the flowers and returns to her barren soul
As she buries herself in the covers, she lets tears drip onto her pillow
Dreading the moment she will wake up tomorrow
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