Paper Faces

I'm so drained from this town.
Always passing those with paper faces.
I slunk off to the sewer below
In hopes of gaining back sanity.

Instead, I dropped my heart into the water
And watched it float on down the tunnel.

Playful, daring.
Not anymore.
I surely was not close to that.
Embracing sadness,
Insides shredding beyond belief.
Nothing balanced out.

Would this categorize me
As just another paper face?

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Evocative imagery. To me, it spoke of the masks we all wear in public. But, then it went further, holding up a mirror to reflect the masks we peer at ourselves through.

[Eliza Radley]

Loved that. Very powerful, and very well-written; your words have clearly been carefully chosen, each having its own connotations. I really like the concept in itself as well.