Finding Myself

Smudged mascara, faded lipstick

Giggled voices asked, " how was the night?"

Deep within, fear and anxiety said, tell them a beast feasted on me, while I lay helpless, questioning myself " why, bloody why?"

A beaming smile wrapped everything in a beautiful cover, a soft voice hid the fearful cries and said, "what do I say? I feel shy."

The bedsheet on display, told the story of the past 23 years of my life, the proof of my honesty integrity was written in red. 

The newlywed is a pair made in heaven said the learned and wise men.

if that was true, then why does the mirror tell me am someone else?

if that was true, then why my dreams of blue sky white horse and a prince charming now look bloody red?