Facade by Anonymous (page

Facade

The reflective looking glass shows me an apparition, and I cannot understand what I see: Femininity—the crafted, the illusion. Pink ribbons, roses, and endless confusion. My lungs are compressed and my smile has descended. All but who I am is what is presented. My childhood—locked in a box taped up so tight. Constricted and confined: my waist and my insight. O to oppose and appear as I am. O to live my life not as a scam. But to beguile a smile just for a while, might be worth hiding myself in denial. When my youth falls like the petals of a rose, I will unlock the box once treasured, I suppose. My wit, my creativity, my confidence I will restore. But for now, I’ll look into the mirror once more. The reflective looking glass shows me an apparition, and now I can understand what I see: A facade, a deception, and all that is not me.

-Anonymous