My Masquerade

I walk among them-
the normal
the seemingly satisfied;
the settled

Green with envy
for that I do not have,
Red with rage
for what I need
but never given

I walk among them
the sane, or the supposed
the empty shells
that surround me

So much in common
Yet so very little;
Screaming inside
but you'll never know

I walk among them
the tortured, the confused
the normal and sane
Yes, the settled

But look closely,
Who's Who?
Can you
pick me out-

i'm feeling little sad...still very nice IR.

mojo .....don't feel sad.... these are all pieces from the past, I am no longer going through the sorrow some of these put out...but they have all made me the strong person I am today....so, don't look at them as sad but pieces to a puzzle of a woman who's come through and above it. No saddness..you hear! ;)