Masked

A stereotyped wallflower she was,
It was confusing what she was, but she was both a prisoner and a warden.
Her words were her prisoners.
Her lawless words brought upon her alzheimer. Her prisoners cried and screamed freedom, but she punished them. She punished them with painkillers of silence.
A pathetic path she sojourned, a slippery slope.
On this tea bagged path she found love;
A daring smart lad he was. She made love with inspiration. He brought relief to her peril.
For her demonic prisoners were unleashed, she birthed mask.
They both shared their prisons together, they lived within each other's masks. They were each others team, each others cheerleaders and each others fan.
She never knew loneliness, she never.
She smiled all her way through life because she knew she had a partner.
Wakeup!! Her warden said.
Wakeup and alive to reality, she smiled in her sleep.
Dead men do not smile.
Those beauty she experienced were all a dream.
She was a prisoner forever,
She was a warden forever,
She was a ghost forever.