My Pair of Glasses

 

The mask that hid my true self

The façade of truth

Being ignored in deep breaths

Happiness becomes a crown

with a price tag of a clear heart.

When the mind refuses to let go,

This happiness, this crown, is never purchased

Smiles; these become games

that must be hunted

My mind, too sickly to hunt them,

become dampened in sweet bitterness.

Praises depart from my lips.

Thoughts, they even depart from her, my mind.

The flow of my narration;

The state of my mind.

Confused and in no definite array,

Trampled upon by zero self-worth,

Scattered, evident in my pain infested face

Being masked,

By my pair of glasses.