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Estefania Reyes-Bricio

Disguise

Every morning
I wake up to the smell of roses,
And each night
I feel its piercing thorns.

A sham smile
Then a mouth that closes
Lovable caresses
And a slap full of scorn.

Behold my fictive being
Watch me be untrue and then cry.
It is all just part of a fallacy
To capture you like a butterfly.

In this fraudulent land of mockery
I am expressed in a manifold of faces
They all demonstrate their identity
And as one fails to do so, it erases.

Let me unlock my synthetic sweetness,
Enchant you with flowers made out of ice,
Come and live in my eonian reverie.
Later on you will pay the price.

What reason do I truly have
To hide myself beneath a colorful masquerade?
What is it that troubles me about my truth?
What is there that makes me so afraid?

I can tell you as a secret
I like my mysterious way of life
But if all you want is candor
We will end up in a strife.

Even when inside
I find myself torn,
In my heart my tears
Must austerely hide

Forbidding you from witnessing
As I suffer alone
What I have now for long
Cached from the outside

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]