Meter Monday: Seemingly Endless Façade

by Marilyn Moy

enter in to a room

a horde of people

cliques talking amongst themselves

fear slips in through the closed door

like a familiar unwanted stranger

augmenting

walls building in my heart

let no one in

show no fear

I have it all together

put on a fake smile

my façade cracks as I rush into the bathroom

a silent spot

so many blemishes return

write on my planner, “go to Bible study”

day of, cancelled

give excuse to my parents

I’m too busy, schoolwork

how can this end

someone knocks on my door

I look through the peephole

L I G H T

enter in to a room

a horde of people

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