What could you possibly see when you sit there and stare back at me?
The porcelain mask that's painted perfectly,
or what's truly underneath?
Do you see the costume of my sweet serenity,
or the torn roots around my feet?
Is it my pretty little smile,
or the frozen screams behind my teeth?
Perhaps it's the strength that I portray,
or the weakness that I hide?
Do you believe what I have told them,
or do you know that I have lied?
Do you take in my composed innocence,
or the demons of my restless mind?
Do you think that I'm really living,
or do you know that I've already died?
Why Do You Love Me Poem
I'm all alone in a room that's dark, fighting the urge to add another mark, My tears are flowing my thoughts collide, and the end result I'll have to hide. I'm battered and bruised and...
Which Of Me?
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008 with permission of the Author.
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