The face I wear lives in a jar by the door
my real face I keep hidden.
Every morning I put it on
so that you can never see
what I hide.
My smiles are made of face paint
so you won't see the scars.
You won't see my suffering;
my pain and my nightmare.
I lived in a dream;
now I wish I'd known reality.
Then I'd have been prepared.
My smiles are made of face paint
so you wont see the scars
I hide behind a fascade;
old scars of memories past.
Battles fought and lost,
for resons I cannot fathom;
Nor do I care.
My smiles are made of face paint
so you wont see the scars.
Therefore when I smile at you
it's just the face paint.
What I hide is,
the scarred and ruined persona that remains;
forever hidden.
So yes my Smiles are made of face paint,
after all you wouldn't want to see my scars.
Author notes
Prompt number 3 for char's contest.
...man what is it with me and depressing poetry?
A contest entry
- Quickie for under 19's ~*~if not full after a week open for all~*~ by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended December 26, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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lol but faye this is an amazing write it really brings alot to the prompt and the emotion is deep and effective.
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thanks I'm glad i got it right!
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