UNMASKED

 Unveil and trot out my disguise,

You'd see the trauma, lesion and injury I house.

Don't be sorry or sympathize with me,

For what you see is nothing, but Phantasm

A sharp spasm of pain, distress and hurt's obtained from those I cherish.

Those whom their concerns I carry over,

Those who smile at my face, but behind me they backbite and stab me.

For their sake I walk on thorn's

I gave up my all, sacrificed a lot,

I took the rough path to ensure a smooth sail for 'em.

But in return what did I get? Pain, hurt and sadness.

Uncover my aspect, I bet you'd say I got a horrible facials,

Well, that's my identity.

Black marks, ugly scars, bruises, wounds and injuries is what you'd see if I'm to be Unmasked.

¢ GrEaTnEsS 🦁