The words full of scorn
I thought I'd become immune to
The knife-like accusations
The tears started congregating
Filling up my eyes
I blinked to show them
I control them
Not the other way around
I swore to myself when the pain kicked in
That they were just jocks
Idiotic, immature, sophomoric
But after a while
My shield, made of lies,
Withered into nothing
My masquerade ball I've been at for years
Has ended
My beautiful mask of happiness and social ease
Has disintegrated
Like Cinderella's night of freedom
Reality's bell has rung, announcing midnight
I'm back to being Brenda angry
Who can't sing tears
Can't run stumbling
Can't play music screeching
Can't go even one day without needing
A cigarette isolation
Can't go a week without getting
High broken
Drunk into
Can't go a month without cutting, without bloodshed pieces
Instead of being Brenna
Fearless Captivating
Funny Mysterious
Tough Unpredictable
Talented Significant
Flirtatious Bold
Brie- Creative
Rebellious Charming
Outspoken Witty
Intelligent Deep
Beautiful Poetic
Everything I've Ever
Wanted To
Be
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