I stand limelight
In a secret masquerade
My mask’s skin deep
Many years molded its shape
My smile widens when others smile back
A joker silently mocking
Those poor credulous souls
Pawns in my game
Where I own the board
I make the rules
Silently calculating my next move
My eyes radiate icicles
Frozen rage built inside
Melting every night
While dancing here
Moving my body
To the rhythm of my lies
I am here in the present
Disconnecting my soul
Categories: Expression of Self, Poetry
Tagged: fear, lies, life, masquerade, poetry, Self-love, shame, soul, spirituality
A Renaissance Glow 
Well written. Your character’s hurt, fear, anger, and need to separate her soul from what he or she is doing come through clearly.
Thank you, Michael. I think disconnecting was the only way to survive through until I was better able to reflect and heal.
Great poem, I love the ideas here, nicely written, kind regards from Baldy :)
Why thank you, Baldy :)