Facades are Great
Facades are great
Until they start
To fade
Away
Promise not to laugh,
Once you see,
What's been gnawing at me
No rhyme nor reason,
Conformity engulfs me.
Struggling against petty annoyances,
But the mask remains plastered
Soft
Pitter, pitter, patter
The mouse sneaks by,
Unnoticed
Until the cheese is gone.
No one expects the studious mouse
No one believes her greater dreams
No one wonders what really lies beneath.
Unlike the fairy tales ,
She isn't blind
Though fear of disdain raining
Flooding, suffocating , inundating
Prevents her outward reach.
Yearning, dreaming, earning
Chances for fulfillment.
Almost there.
Just one bold move
that's all it would take
But breaking the bonds of tradition
requires more strength than this mouse has got
So for now she stays
Hidden in her regular hole.
Deliberating, waiting to soar, to flaunt
Her excellence and daunt.
Her only restraint: fear of falling solo.