• annamaerae 31w

    A Girl and her Mask

    She hides, hides, hides
    While someone else bides, bides, bides
    Their time in a house of glass
    Living the life of someone else's past.
    One face is smiling, the other crying
    For the storm that is yet to come.
    Clouds are moving too fast, fast, fast...
    Free at last, last last