Check the mirror. I put on my make up
smear my lipstick on my lips, paint my guidelines on my cheeks.
Mirror mirror on the wall, show me what they think I am.
I remove the whitening strips from my teeth and
SMILE
If these honoured people think that I am anything but what I present
I carve them with my tongue. A lady, a punk, a well driven success
with the body of a cat preying on the weak.
Show only what I want for eyes to see.
Talk quick, thick wit;
Timely lies and made up life.
They'll never know what's inside because I have
concealer to smooth my flaws.
I have nothing to offer, nothing to show.
what I've learned is
best to show, what I've heard will make you known.
a sad work of art, perhaps, in the mind of the artist who displays it all
in the mesh of paints on his canvas;
in the twists of words in her poetry;
in the synonyms and equations on his window sill;
well
you may not fear the reaper,
but death comes swift with honesty.
Author notes
I am feeling: Insecurity.
A contest entry
- What Are You Feeling Inside? by Heavens Child.
550 points, ended October 28, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This piece is well written and put together. I think insecurity has got to be one of the worst feelings, but one that we all battle with if we're honest. And that's what I appreciate about this piece, its brutal honesty. Best wishes and thank you for entering.
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Something we all feel but many of us are not big enough to admit it.You are.Well done, Ros
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