pleather

Ridden with thought
escape from fury
Smile and laugh without a care
That was years ago.
Smile and laugh with a mask.
Plaster suffocated the doll.
Am I your doll?
my identity's even so complicated
I've no longer got a hold on it.
Confused, I run mad.
Screaming as if maybe someone would love the forgotten me.

If you fall in love with someone fake is it really love?