I have a mask
of painted porcelain
that keeps safe my
secret pain
that keeps safe
the world's gaze
from the monstrosity
I've become
Do not look,
for you shall see
the gore
of what the voices in my head
have done to me
for I am not the me
I once was,
nor again
shall I ever be
For should you dare
to remove the mask
you shall see
my horror
no longer a human face
underneath
the flesh has been carved
from the bone
and a bloody mess
drips away the pain
I could say that
I feel better now
I could say
I feel pretty now
but emotions have fled
with the tool to show
so do not peek
under my porcelain
you'll see a horror
far worse
than before
Comments
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hmm, always been fond of poems with 3 or 4 word lines, but anyway..
i like it.
its something like this that draws one to wonder whether or not the pain resides with the mask rather than what it hides. i suppose sometimes the monster behind the mask is only the mask itself, we just forget what its like to see ourselves without it.
nice work.
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