A Ritual of Lies by Katie
FleetusMcGee posted in Rituals And Traditions
Empty eyes stare back through the glass,
The ghost of me from my past.
But it is so easy to ignore her,
Why dwell on what we once were?
And so begins my ritual of lies,
As I begin to paint on my clever disguise.
I place on my daily clothes of deceit,
I can feel the old me give in to defeat.
I then paint on my mask of make up,
My old face I continue to corrupt.
I then put on the final touch,
A large smile, but not too much.
Every day I continue this lie,
Just so I might catch your eye.
I continue being this person of pretend,
In hope that maybe you’ll call me your friend.
I change each day just to fit in,
Hoping to forget who I am within.
But the old me can’t help but wonder,
Is this all just one big blunder?
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