Façade 🐼 Face Cream

Listen to the pronunciation as Melanie reads her poem.

I wear a façade like face cream.

As I massage the Olay into my right cheek,

My mask of happiness begins to take shape.

As the dryness is smoothed away,

My smile replaces the look of fear to face another day.

As I surround my eyes with the cold cream,

My eyes of despair betray my façade.

As I stare into the mirror,

My white application does not change my insides.

As I admire my mask,

My heart remains in my eyes.

~ written and read by Melanie, 5/31/18


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