Painted Faces

[Lone_Lady_Wolf]

So I wrote this. THe title of the poem is the title of the post. Enjoy.

"Back on this land of misery
Of romance and broken hearts,
I’m excited to be here, but
Wary to be seen here as well.
Too much drama plays a part
Of life on this plain, this terra.
I try to hold my dismay in check
Try to fake a smile, a laugh
But I fail at that one-act play
And besides, why should I hide
What I’m feeling inside my soul?
A person should live their life
Honestly, without any precautions.
But in all reality, who does this?
Who goes around showing the world
What is really going on in their minds?
Most people put on their public face
The mask which says nothing’s wrong
The war paint strategically placed
Over their natural features, preparing
For the daily battle of wits.
I’m sick and tired of pretending
That there’s nothing wrong with me.
I want to tell the world what is
What is really going on in my heart.
Will anybody listen to my words
Or will they fade to the background?