Masquerade

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is a description of living in secrecy in domestic abuse from the viewpoint of a victim.

Submitted: July 22, 2019

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MASQUERADE
 
A life full of heartache
And misery untold,
Hidden behind faces
Both scared and bold.
 
Outsiders looking in
See a true masquerade.
Masks and costumes that colorfully hide
A deadly game of charades.
 
Who is the person behind the mask??
What color will he put on today??
Will anyone besides us ever really know
What the mask doesn't display??
 
The Charades a constant guessing game
Of what color personality will show.
The ranging spectrum of emotions
Found somewhere in his rainbow.
 
Will it be red in his heated anger??
Will his burning missiles fly -
Dripping with the blood of each of his victims??
The war of his words like fire...
 
Will it be orange as a warning
That the color is soon to change??
Will his words act as a caution light
Before entering the firing range??
 
Will it be yellow as a contradiction
Between warmth and betrayal??
Or will jealousy come out
As the final portrayal??
 
Will it be green with a seeming calm -
A permission to finally breathe??
Or will the envious green monster
Convince him to pack up and leave??
 
Will it be blue with the coldness of death
Zapping the life from our souls??
Or will his confidence that he is right
Continue its torment of us as his goal??
 
Will it be indigo with all of his rules??
Will his demand for control come out??
If things don't go exactly as he wants,
Will there be any end to his shout??
 
Will it be violet - a sign of vanity,
Only caring how others see him??
And if he's not seen as perfect and great,
Will the blame to us ever end??
 
So many different colors...
So many different moods...
So many different faces...
So many attitudes...
 
All these verbal and emotional weapons
Leave a trail of damage not thin -
Every letter of every word
Piercing the deepest within.
 
His tongue holds an arsenal
That leaves countless unseen scars
Residing hidden deep behind
His reviling prison bars.
 
They can't be seen but their coldness is felt
In the trap that they keep us in.
Scream as we may, but no can hear
The torture deep beneath the skin.
 
It's silent and invisible to the world.
The masks we wear hide it all.
But there's only so much that can be endured
Before the masks begin to fall.
 
Once they're gone and the world finally sees
That the masquerade has ended,
All those unseen wounds and scars
Can finally be tended.
 
But will they ever truly heal??
Will we ever breathe again??
Will fear ever loosen its grip,
And if so, when??
 
Will the prison bars of his reviling
Ever offer freedom without cost??
Or will I always sacrifice part of me
And suffer with the loss??
 
Only time will truly tell,
So for now I grip the cruel bars
Waiting on the next round of ammunition
To reopen my many scars.
 
And so I put my mask back on -
Hiding MY world from the world.
I'll continue the act that everyone knows
Being spun around and twirled.
 
A picture perfect story -
A beautiful masquerade!
If only people knew how much of what they see
Is being so well played...


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