sakuradrops

Like a lovely maiden at a masquerade A flawless, beautiful mask hides her face But what lies beneath the frail facade? Scars from old wounds which will not fade. Useless words spill out her mouth A smug smile tugs at her lips Her false supremacy radiates Though she locks her true self within. How much longer will this last? Her disguise will soon be unveiled. Lies which protect her tattered soul Will only cause her imperfection to be revealed. The clock strikes twelve; There's no escape. Her precious mask begins to break Now, like me, the world will see How horrible of a person she can be.