I'm just a girl walking around in my painless world.
Where nothing seems to hurt like it should
And even this blade to my skin won't puncture my plastic fakeness.
A world in which I hide my pain to wear a smile.
A smile which is now my killer.
In those silent times during the night it whispers to me.
My smile tells me it owns me.
I let it for now because I'm afraid of what it covers.
I'm afraid to let this world slice up my heart.
I'm too afraid to deal with this life that is in shambles,
All because of my self inflicted abuse.
Both to my body and my life.
I push people away because I know I don't deserve them.
And after a while I will be all alone.
Me and and my plastic smile.
I write you all off these lines,
Telling you of how the scars are just to know.
To know that I can still feel when I know they're not.
They're there just to remind you I can't.
That this smile has caused a disease to spread,
covering my entire body in a disguise
Or maybe the scars are there for me, to remind me.
That this facade, this mask, this escapade of a life is winning.
A contest entry
- Masks..... by Nicolette.
450 points, ended November 24, 2006, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Behind The/My Mask by willowprincess.
525 points, ended March 2, 2007, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be brutal.
Comments
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I’ve found this poem to be so very sad, so very tragic....that scars and fake smiles are all there is to remind its owner of life... There is also a sense of hopelessness and futility about this poem. I thought the title of the poem to be quite good as it stand in contrast to the content of the poem. The poem reads like a cry for help, to escape the cutting and the scars and the pain.....to break free from “this façade, this mask”. A very moving and almost disturbing poem – I hope someone hears, I hope you don’t let the mask win, for you have life....Thank you so much for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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