The ghost of appearances

A strange winter in a heart that freezes all.

You think,

that after all these years,

I am the same person who,

kneels in front of pain, that in the mist of fall,

I do not rise

above the fears.

You think,

that underneath the make – up mask

lies the shallowness, a person who

does not know how to love.

You should have asked

Me.

You should have seen

Me

as a whole:

the way I am,

the way I feel,

the way I rise above

appearances.

You should have listened

To your soul…