I stare into the mirror,
the reflections that looks back isnt me.
She has too much makeup, and a french whore look.
A tear rolls down my check.
A trail of truth stays where the tear once made its path.
More and more fall, mascara and eyeliner everywhere.
Coverup is ruined.
Little by little, I'm getting my old face back.
Skin surfaces, comes up for air.
All of my fake self, and old life crumbling before my eyes.
I smile, and I know..I cant make it.
A contest entry
- the biggest prewrite contest ever by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended January 18, 362 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I can relate right now to this so much. I feel like the person I used to be- the girl I want to be is standing continents away from who I become. It feels so fake- putting on a smile every day and becoming who people expect and who society wants to see. Parts of me still come through- but barely strangled.
Anyway- this is really good. I love the imagery and its even more powerful because I feel like this is how I feel.
I loved this line though!
A trail of truth stays where the tear once made its path.
That is so beautiful and so poignant to me.
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trying to find your self when you are so lost. well writen. I like it.
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Wow this is so strong. And so like beautiful at the same time trying to find who you are and your true self. Good write!
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Aw, thank you!
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I love your comments.
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this piece is great!!! so powerful, emotional, amazing.
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Thannnnks :]
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you're welcome!!!
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Wow Amazing write!
Great emotion in the last couple of lines,
I can relate to this poem. Keep the pen going!
Tash. (Broken - gurl)
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Thanksx x]
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