Them

Goddess of Night

I see in my mind, 
the past I tried to leave behind,
in every waking moment I hear, 
the sound of my eyes screaming for a tear,

but I know if even just one would escape,
I would have to shut my mouth with tape.
Even when you think the happiness I have is true,
I have to try my hardest to deceive you.

For what if they see that I am weak?
Will they pluck at my flesh with their razor sharp beaks?
With eyes that would pierce through any soul, 
how could they possibly know what I have been told?

Names that echo through my head, 
of what I have been known shed.
Families, friends, all too horrid. 
over the years I had attempted to hid,

but my face has never escaped their memories,
as they told untrue stories.
With the color of crimson with a touch of night,
I will soon attempt to make things right...