A Stranger Who Holds My Hand

You put on your glassy mask

So I'll only see

The version of yourself

You contrived for me. 

 

You slip on your suffocating shoes

So you can walk on

Like you're not gasping for air,

And nothing is wrong.

 

You tie up your hair tightly

So you can pretend

You're that pretty little girl again 

With those once loyal friends. 

 

You slide up your dejected glasses

So I can't see your bleeding scars

Hiding behind the facade—

I don't know who you really are. 

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izz_midnight

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