maybe, one day
you will know that
all the faces
i wear are just
facades.
I stumble into the bar, shouting for another drink. The bartender looks me over, trying to think. He wonders if I can handle another shot, but if I were him I would think not. I see her there across ...
A poem about the truest part of a person, below all their facades.
A poem in contrast to a writer's perspective...
Does a mask protect you or harm you? Is it evil or good? Only you know. The suspense of an invisible mask begins.
A poetry on how an individual with a seemingly confident and unwavering facade hides a sea of worries symbolised by waves and their unstable sanity which is depicted by a lighthouse.
We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.
– Patrick Rothfuss
A series of thoughts I formulated together to convey what lies underneath.
Please feel free if you're reading this and need someone to talk to message me.
maybe, one day
you will know that
all the faces
i wear are just
facades.
I stumble into the bar, shouting for another drink. The bartender looks me over, trying to think. He wonders if I can handle another shot, but if I were him I would think not. I see her there across ...
A poem about the truest part of a person, below all their facades.
A poem in contrast to a writer's perspective...
Does a mask protect you or harm you? Is it evil or good? Only you know. The suspense of an invisible mask begins.
A poetry on how an individual with a seemingly confident and unwavering facade hides a sea of worries symbolised by waves and their unstable sanity which is depicted by a lighthouse.
We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.
– Patrick Rothfuss
A series of thoughts I formulated together to convey what lies underneath.
Please feel free if you're reading this and need someone to talk to message me.