Waiting

Her eyes
pierce through the veil
of lies
a mask plastered
on her face
a facade of lies
a deceiving smil
but her eyes say
otherwise

Her pain
hid so well
behind a mask
of lies

A dam
overflowing
with secrets
so overwhelming
just waiting
to be broken
and secrets let out

Now she walks among us
pretending
with a smile
but her eyes
pleading for help
just
waiting

Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 1, 2014 at 7:33 PM

    nice poetry!
    also read the incomplete story.
    remember to write a story or poem on us china friends!

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  2. TikahApril 3, 2014 at 7:34 PM

    hahahahah yeah i'll write it soon

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    1. AnonymousJune 29, 2014 at 12:55 AM

      still nothing atikah. :(
      LOL

      Delete
    2. TikahJuly 6, 2014 at 12:02 AM

      Sorry!! I haven't had time to update with school and whatnot

      Delete

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