Masquerading Mannequin

Since it rubs salts to injury,
I gave up showing honesty
Feint words coated with roses,
it blanches those pain and sorrows

Ah, just now, didn't one of the mirror shattered into fragments?

Blinded by the scenery of an exquisite rose field,
oblivious to the noxious thorns at my feet
A display to deceive those ignorant humans;
a masquerading mannequin
No different than a dirty doormat on the pavement,
always stained by other's presence
Like playing a never-ending game of charades; people's emotion is

I glance at the elegant mirror,
admiring the form of my figure
Happiness at the back of mind,
takes the shape of an asphodel garden

Ah, but why, are the flowers starting to wilt slowly?

Not every vague cloud has it silver lining,
the freedom I seek is silently dissolving
Loathing on drugs while swallowing aspirins;
an irony in motion
Every breath taken felt like a lethal threat,
an asphyxiated broken marionette
It's like being the cunning devil's advocate,
to the misery myself had created

Each facade leads me to dance on my own grave,
an already blemished sanity
Purposely throwing feeling into a haystack knowing it would,
separate reality and inferiority

Unable to differentiate beautiful lies and insecurity,
I wear this mask relentlessly

When I check the mirror once again to adore my reflection,
a stranger appears