The sweetest smile and earnest stare,
Hides wretched life and worn-out care.
With beauty full and curves divine,
Comes empty stomach and aching spine.
The witty words and wicked grin,
A brace for when the pain sets in.
The palest skin and eyes of blue,
Are painted, fake, a lie, untrue.
With kindest smile and warm embrace,
Comes betrayal of trust and moral disgrace.
The right to love, to feel, confide,
Forbidden by the hate inside.
Disheartened smile and tired stare,
My wretched life. My worn-out care.
Author notes
Definitely not my normal type of poetry going by content, but I've been feeling a little down lately and decided this would be a good outlet! It's not a reflection of my life by any means, just of a darker side to my thoughts at the moment.
I'm not quite happy with it, so constructive criticism is very welcome.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is not intended the way it comes out, but this is lovely, there is so much imagery here. But obviously we can't have our Rachel 'worn-out' all the time. Keep an eye on your plate to make sure you don't 'burn-out'. See you tomorrow Adelaide.
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You could have fooled me. This sounds so honest and real and it sounds full of emotion. I can't give you any constructive criticism but I can tell you that it's really well written and full of your obvious talent.
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