Waltzing along to a hidden crescendo,
I twirl through scarlet satin shadows
They cloak my porcelain skin,
Donning me in a mask of my own making
I reside in a clandestine corner
Of a cruel, beautiful world,
Untold stories swirling through my soul
Like an unstoppable storm
Always the picture of composure,
While underneath, a lonely smile crumbles
Forever, I dance in sync
With this masquerade of solidarity
© 18 March 2020, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 