All the worlds’ eyes are focused on me,
Yet never has humanity been so blind.
For you see only what you want to see,
Solely, what I choose.
What is concealed under a feigned smile?
A face that emulates such blissful happiness,
Forged, crafted and skilfully mastered.
A mask exuding spirited content,
That never fails to falter nor slip,
Endlessly eluding anguish, despair and disdain.
A soul unjustly plagued,
With warped thoughts of my existence.
Candidly resounded to brooding,
Upon my heavy bitter heart.
Racked beneath a tortured frame,
Lies a burden of such bereft emotion,
Sombre, dour and callously haunting my mind.
An entity beyond fractured,
Beyond broken, torn or bruised.
Yet I remain to the world impregnable,
I remain to you unbreakable, fearless, somewhat immune.
An illusion that carries a substantial price,
That the years have seen me gradually endure.
Doubtlessly, I shall forsake myself.
Until the ultimate pleasure willingly comes,
This my life’s impetuous sacrifice.
© 2021 Alana Bembridge