Always was a somebody
A person that wasn't me
A new countenance over my own
To hide what they shouldn't see.
I marveled at my skill to transform
My art of disappearing behind layers
Oh, the satisfaction of it all
To play among greater players.
Barring from sight all that i was
All that i stood for thus far
Only to take on a colour of what i saw
Fool-proof fool-hardy camouflage.
I thought i was secure
Safe, in my shrouded identity
But someone saw the ugly side
Someone did surely see.
His gaze tore through the layers
The years of error and lies
But it wasn't me he scorned
It was my pretence he despised.
I tried my best to trick his mind
With artless disguise upon disguise
I remain imperfect, forevermore
In his soul searing eyes.
2 comments:
Amazing poem AA!! Love the flow and the thoughts. It has to be true for everyone! For every disguise we adorn, there is someone that sees right through us.
Happy to have inspired such work!!
@ Miss Iffa - thank you so much! I'm quite stoked about having a new follower who I don't know =)
@ Parth - thanks a lot PJ! its all thanks to you that this blessed miracle came to be, so...yeah =) much love
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