Pretty

Its about the true me that you can't see.
About the body that encases me.
It's not the hopes, or the dreams.

It will never be what my heart or mind is.
See, it's whats outside that traps me.
When all is removed and naked I stand.
It will only ever be me, who sees me as I am.

All the world sees is pretty...
They see they make-up and the jewels,
the clothes... but don't they know?
...... these are all only - but tools...
Tools used to hide a body left scared.
The one that tells a tale of the road
...... traveled thus far....

This spirt, and mind and soul...
.... Oh they are Free!
 Free to walk in Cloaked Beauty....
But the heart it beats... it hopes... it dreams....
and still it sinks each night to lifes reality.

Pretty is but a masquerade for ...
..... that which is truly Ugly.

@s.ray 3-5-2013