You can’t see me crying behind the mask.
You don’t know I’m sighing behind the mask.
Adorned to society’s standards,
For I am trying behind the mask.
I embellish with a painted smile,
Endlessly lying behind the mask.
My performance so believable,
You have ceased prying behind the mask.
The girl you know is a fallacy,
And she is dying behind the mask.
Inspiring image, Colloquium, by baroquedoll on DeviantArt.com
Jester for children of royals,
They love her spoils.
Beyond the mask,
They do not ask.
They simply call her Candy Girl.
Her name is Pearl,
But they don’t care,
Just bring more fare.
Greedily they consume her snacks,
Then they attack.
They mock and scoff
And send her off.
SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge ~ Letter “O” ~ A poem titled “Ornamental” in oddquain form.
The
chosen one,
another bauble
to adorn His Majesty’s
arm.
A
dream come true
once upon a time,
before forgotten was her
name.
Now
an item,
a collectible,
merely a trinket of the
King.
Yes
she’s become
but ornamental,
a simple hollow piece of
art.
The
florid mask
in her reflection
obscures the void within her
soul.
Photo courtesy of Stilfoto on DeviantArt.com
Carrie Mayhem 