My Favorite Costume

My Favorite Costume
By: Taylor Diaz

She dreams that she's not where she is;
She closes her eyes and prays.
to her shes in her paradise,
And in her paradise she'll stay.

But eventually she'll open her eyes
and realize its not true.
She'll fake that smile, throw on her coat
and pretend that the day is new.

She says "This is my favorite costume,
no one can see right through.
No one has to know my pain,
or that I struggle with what to do.
They dont need to see my hurt
and i dont want them to,
but this costume just gets heavier,
and the pain keeps growing too."

Day by day and night by night,
she deals and settles for now.
She wants to leave with no where to go,
home is supposedly "safe and sound."

But safe and sound dont mean a thing,
when the war is under your feet.
The screaming and shouting round and round,
she burrys herself in her sheets.

She says "This is my favorite costume;
No one can see right through.
No one has to know my pain,
or that I struggle with what to do.
They dont need to see my hurt
and i dont want them to,
but this costume just gets heavier,
and the pain keeps growing too."