Today we journey beyond the Lowcountry to the Upstate of South Carolina, where young, aspiring author Emily Wong was born and raised. She plans on completing a degree in English in the future. She is a self-styled "homebody" who spends most of her time writing -- with cats nearby!
Find her on Instagram @ theauthoremily.
I know that I’m beautiful.
The others reassure me, complementing my face.
They say my nose is nice and upturned.
That my features are the envy of society.
Yet, what about my eyes?
Within my eyes lurks unsightly emotions:
Vanity, greed, hatred...
These sins stain my eyes.
Yet they never hinder people from admiring me.
So, am I beautiful?
Meanwhile, as for my lies, they are applauded.
People adore my lies and gilded tongue.
The flattery that comes from me,
Are met with reciprocal lies.
“You’re such a delight,” they say -- oblivious of who
They are truly talking to.
“Oh, you’re too kind.” I respond with a smile.
Repeatedly, these lies plague my mouth.
However, the truth can be subjective.
Hm, then am I honest?
The layers to my facades are plentiful.
Each day brings a new personality,
That I must embody to curry favor.
Oftentimes I hide my inner darkness.
Although, these days it seems
As if my facades have become me.
Every mask I take on leaves an imprint.
What am I?
Am I a dignified lady of society?
Or am I a wolf adorned in sheep’s clothing?
