Image credit: Artfamily

Image credit: Artfamily

Try on your faces
You ignorant fool
Each expression rehearsed
Each word but pretence
You said give you a mask
And truth they would know
But there’s nothing left here
To show

Practice your words
You actor of life
Your home is your haven
Your convenient wife
You thought in the shadows
Your monster could dwell
But there’s no stories left
To tell

Parade on your stage
The pretender returned
Your schtick is so old
Even older than you
But the punters keep coming
So what can you do?
There’s nothing here left
Of you

(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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