Masquerade

A Beautiful Masquerade. A deceiving facade that mesmerizes me into being played. Once again dismayed, as my heart has been betrayed, shattered. A disaster as I try and master the art of healing a bruised heart. Tired of all the bullshit disguised as nice guys. Is it too much to want to socialize with someone who has my best interest in mind? Now I may not be the finest, but I am kind. Too kind, blinded by the light that shines bright, bringing beauty to light and shadowing the evil that lurks close behind. Despite the effort I exert, the might I apply, I still seem to attract deceitful guys, driven by their one-tracked minds, equipped with the capability of capturing damsels distressing, believed to be a blessing, knights in shining armor, undeniably charming, using alluring personality as a disarming technique, bringing vulnerable girls to their knees. Optimistic girls like me, ones that believe in a fairy tale ending, Not realizing that I'm attracted to wolves in sheep's clothing.

They Say

The grass always greener on the other side. Or at least that's what's always said. But when I tried to take a peak at the other side, there was nothing but mud and flies. Take the time to stop and smell the flowers. Or at least that's what I'm always told. But when I took a sniff, they were unpleasantly sour. The early bird gets the worm, or at least that's what I hear. But even when I rise before the sunrise, they all have disappeared. To my dismay, things aren't always as "they say." That's why I find it's necessary to take the time to investigate matters for your self. Can't live your life based on the words of someone else.