Mask

They were strong.

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The sun rose with a rosy hue.

It seemed an irony to

The darkness some were engulfed in;

Those who glowed with zest,

Smiled with spark and

Seemed lively with laughter.

For underneath all that pretense,

Were lost souls

Searching for land to anchor,

Wrecked like a sunken ship.

They were the ones who 

Cried themselves to sleep and

Choked in their mirthless tears.

But they were strong

For they hid their woes

Beneath a farcical mask.

Farce

How She Descended Into Chaos

This is what her broken smiles and beguiling eyes hide.

Do you know what chaos is?

People say it is absolute rampage:

The brokenness of dark and light,

The ravaged remains of day and night,

When the polarity between fire and ice blurs,

When the ocean and universe merge into one,

When the sun and the moon start rising at the same time,

When chaos and nothingness become one;

That is what happens on the outside. That is what people see.

But what goes on in the unknown:

Her indecisiveness,

When she forgets time,

When her happiness becomes anxiety,

When a grey gloom overtakes dark and light,

When love becomes pain and pain becomes love,

When day and night seem the same,

When she forgets herself,

When she becomes chaos itself;

This is what happens on the inside. 

This is what her broken smiles and beguiling eyes hide.

This is how she descended into chaos.