Which Of Me?
in Poems about Teen Life
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,
in Poems about Teen Life
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,
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...
in Poems about Teen Life
I tear apart often just to feel
to feel the pain that should be real.
When deep in the darkness my heart still sees