DeathInTheReaper

The face of an Angel This is the angel that hides herself Hides her insides. Hides the pain. This is the angel that cannot trust. She hides her face, But not the one, With the eyes or nose, Or with the mouth, And lips like the rose. A face is what is inside of us. Of you and me, and especially she. The face is what she cannot show. Who she is, And what she's done. A face is simply who we are, What makes us do the things we do. With so much pain, And far too much to hide, It's hard to stand up, And keep your pride. She hides her face so she cannot see, The people that stand over her, And guard what's left of the face Th