Faces

by misslyss
I am aware the populace is of two faces
Only one that they show the world
Sometimes I’m scared I can see the spaces
Between that and what’s inside, curled.

When we’re in the dark with each other
I wish my heart would not race
And breathing wouldn’t fight through a smother
For the shadows obscure your face.

I’m out of place at a masquerade ball
And locked inside on Hallowe’en night
I find myself against the wall,
Limbs locked up with fright.

Because when the face I know is not the one I see,
It strikes ice-cold fear right into the heart of me.
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nupur27

nupur27

August 2, 2015 - 15:05 The cruel side!!! Of the polished surface!! That is so brutal!!! Awesome it is
misslyss

misslyss

August 2, 2015 - 23:28 Thanks :-) I've never really written poetry before.
P'yonce Knowmore

P'yonce Knowmore

August 3, 2015 - 14:01 It feels like you've been writing ever since....good poem
misslyss

misslyss

August 4, 2015 - 05:47 Thank you!
celestialmind

celestialmind

August 5, 2015 - 12:13 I like how u summarize your poem; Because when the face I know is not the one I see,It strikes ice-cold fear right into the heart of me.Got me thinking of faces painted about Africa. Deep poem for me. Great work Misslyss!
misslyss

misslyss

August 5, 2015 - 13:19 Thank you! :-) I wasn't sure how well this would be received, as I haven't written much poetry before.
Sharmishtha Shenoy

Sharmishtha Shenoy

October 26, 2015 - 05:11 For a first timer great poem

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