You sit there
on wooden stilts
looking down
at marbles rolling across the floor
laughing
then crying
There is lipstick
perfectly spread
across your delicate lips
and you whisper
I'm a stupid girl
I'm a stupid girl
I'm a stupid girl
So your face starts
to blush
and the stilts
underneath you topple
The mirror is laughing
snickering
at you
just like everyone else
You think
maybe if I put on some more make up
everything will be just fine
But it isn't just fine
you've spent years convincing yourself
that you're a victim
the sympathy was so
soft
and sweet
But now you're starting to realize
no one wants
a victim
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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hmmm
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I'd hack off the last stanza if it were my plume.
I'd love this to end on "sweet" and there is something just a bit too obvious about that last part that makes it feel like some pop song.
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i'm assuming this isn't about your fiancee? LOL.definately an izzy explosion here.perfect ending and so true.great catching up with you last night.
~H
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hmmm...was this poem about yourself? it sounds as if an awakening of sorts is taking place. Although that can be difficult, it is worth it. good writing. keep up the great work. peace and light, Kendal
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