Behind the Curtain of Staged-Perfection
Behind the curtain of
perfectly staged wisdom and poise
is a girl,
who desperately seeks perfection.
Her skin, like a thousand mirrors,
mimic the stones others throw,
chipping her away, leaving scars like crackled glass.
Taking each blow like an iron warrior,
she fixes her gaze on the fiery flames
so others perceive her mighty and strong-
but the devil is no fool to his home.
So, girl, with a heart like a sponge
absorbs words like gasoline
and she ends up burning,
using magazines of Hollywood kings and queens
to cover up her, otherwise, visible wounds.
her world, a compass
and a pair of eyes as its tilt,
she spins and spins
scrambling her conscience,
confusing the door handle
between fake and reality,
dreams and wrecking balls,
the truth from the lies.
Too many possible suspects
steeping in the limelight of her thoughts,
lacking enough clues to clear the haze, thus,
leading her astray
further and further from the pearlescent gates
to a whole heart and a confident state of mind.