Mask

and when the mask fades away stripped of the layers of false hope joy pride faith love all that’s left is a sad, sad girl ————————————- Thanks for reading, Victoria Elizabeth

Playing Grown-Up (poem)

This is a poem I’ve been working on (and endlessly tweaking) for the last four months. I can’t seem to get it where I like it, so I thought I would share it here and solicit feedback. Any ideas or thoughts are welcomed. ———————————– Does it ever dawn on you that maybe you’re just faking…