Just as the cutter sees beauty in the knife,
I correlate pain with love in my life.
My fear is that no one will love the true me,
So I wear a paper mache mask of what they all want to see.
With plastered smiles and gleaming eyes,
I fool them all with my disguise.
My skin stays cloaked behind a costume
Because I'm afraid the light will burn and consume.
I fear that what I feel is right,
Other people will see as a hideous sight.
I feel as though I will always be repressed
In order to know that those around me will be impressed.
If only a man would accept me
For who I am and who I want to be
Than I could climb proudly out of the hole
That exists to hide the contents of my yearning soul.
A contest entry
- The Sum of All My Fears by andywontdie.
4500 points, ended May 5, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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This was a very nice piece, what I liked was the overall messege you convey, it is very hard to be yourself in a very cruel world that high standards and unattainable expectations for its people and who shuns/makes fun of the not so perfect people. Thanks for opening up and sharing and for entering in this contest, good luck!
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Nice work
This is very sad. You dont need to look to a man or woman for self worth you just have to look into your own eyes and say I Love Me!!! and the they will come to you. No matter what! and thoughs how can't weren't worth it anyways!
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