Appearances

Just like a beacon I stand for them In their eyes perfection, In my shoes hidden. Polished and kept To shine forever So they may bask In foreign glory. The smile plastered Forbidden to fade Held in place By treachery. Beneath this façade The shame of sin Has built a wall Trapping my tears. I stand now still And wave to the crowd, As inside my face Is slowly forgotten.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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