Poetry

The Secret

They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart   Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a little lower   When we talk, nothing seems to make sense The voices are strained Like empty glasses   If…

Life, Poetry

Masquerade

Life is a masquerade, People wear masks Everyday, every week, Every month, every year, Some wear the mask That presented their Deepest, darkest emotions Like rage, hatred, sorrow But most people Wear the happy mask And open it when they’re alone Safe and sound in…