Masquerade

Faceless Flaws

That line in place

Nowhere to escape

These feathers mask it all

Glitter on the floor

But I can't ever be sure

Of who I am

Thoughts that start and break

Body trembles as it shakes

Quivering breath to last

Shiver and gasp

Cold and alone

Faceless Flaws

That sculpt and paste

Tender to the touch

Soft and justly much

But I can't ever be sure

Of who I am

Glitter on the floor

Here but never more

Feathers line the way

Footprints only left

Where once a heart had wept