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• Isabella Carter, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2022

I’m interested in all I hear,
I see the things that aren’t so clear,
But it just hurts to know,
But it just hurts to know,

We’re not as ideal as we seem,
Just ghosts behind a perfect dream,
Be oh so very careful,
For porcelain masks are fragile.

Perfect family; Perfect lie,
Poison lips that send me high,
Underneath the floor,
Underneath the floor,

It isn’t always about light,
When creatures hide just out of sight,
Like wolves among the sheep,
I wouldn’t go to sleep.