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.