Ange1922

My outward facade conceals my true twisted self. The world believes I have inteligence and wealth. Burdens are on my shoudlers that are unseen by many eyes. I have well learned to wear my perfect disguise. A secret lies behind my lips that's covered with a smile. I have practiced hiding my inner feelings for a while. Pains of the past are behind my carved mask. I am becoming a professional at my special task. I dare not look at the person I have become. The truth fills my mind and I am now numb. I stare at the corrupted thing I am now. There is no audiece so I can take a bow. Reality freezes my soul at the thought of the tru