• the mask

    pain as sharp as knife's
    a heart pure of gold
    eyes that glow with briliance
    hands soft like silk
    beauty that outshines the rarest of gems
    a spirit as fierce as fire
    ecense as gentle as the wind
    you are loved by people who know you so let them in let them see you
    not the mask that hides the real you

    deticated to my 2 best friends

    by annastaisa summer hayes (me)