Papier-mâché Halo

by, Cassandra

I lost my halo years ago
So I made a new one out of papier-mâché
It sits heavy on my head, reminder of my sins
Letting everyone know I'm a fraud
Who is trying so hard to blend in
And I sit and cry late at night
Wishing I could make amends
Fix the wrongs, make them right
But I'm stuck here on earth
Locked out of heaven, not wanted by hell
And all I have to remind me of my former glory
Is this papier-mâché halo...