Masks smudging away my individuality

Each day another skin
A sleeve to acquire,
Blinking the blue out of my eyes
My irises fill with a caramel fire.

Each day another shade
Clothes of silk and cotton,
They itch at my skin and pull at my waist
But I must, for else I will be forgotten.

Masks curving around my cheeks
The dark swirls smudging my identity,
Blurring out my past and history
Until all that is left, is a peaceful serenity.

I am gone.



One Comment Add yours

  1. Deep thoughts buried in these lines.


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