As i stare here in the mirror,
Slowly remove the mask upon my face,
Do you see the real me?
See the true disgrace?
I start with the mascara,
To reveal my dead and suncen eyes,
Can you see them hurting,
Can you see beneath the make up lies?
Then ill remove foundation,
Which brightens my pale, thin, skin,
Like a ghost come back to haunt you,
This is me, outside and in.
As i wipe away the lipstick,
To expose my silent lips,
Lips which have stopped speaking,
To scared of threats and painful whips.
I fixate on this mirror reflection,
A pathetic excuse of a life,
Now ive wiped that mask off,
My hand grabs for the knife.
My eyes are dead, my skin so bleak,
My lips locked from the truth,
i press the blade against my face,
Yet the expression does not move.
My eyes stay dead, and suncen,
My lips refuse to budge,
But my skin seeps red, warm liquid,
The only real life that i can judge.
As the crimson stain upon me,
Runs faster down my face,
It apears like tears from my eyes,
Yet real tears there is no trace.
So as i remove my mask,
Unlock the smile that was in place,
Can you see im hurting,
And losing this life long race.
My time is coming closer,
As another piece of me dies,
My mouth no longer smiling,
Nor my eyes, no longer cries
Slowly remove the mask upon my face,
Do you see the real me?
See the true disgrace?
I start with the mascara,
To reveal my dead and suncen eyes,
Can you see them hurting,
Can you see beneath the make up lies?
Then ill remove foundation,
Which brightens my pale, thin, skin,
Like a ghost come back to haunt you,
This is me, outside and in.
As i wipe away the lipstick,
To expose my silent lips,
Lips which have stopped speaking,
To scared of threats and painful whips.
I fixate on this mirror reflection,
A pathetic excuse of a life,
Now ive wiped that mask off,
My hand grabs for the knife.
My eyes are dead, my skin so bleak,
My lips locked from the truth,
i press the blade against my face,
Yet the expression does not move.
My eyes stay dead, and suncen,
My lips refuse to budge,
But my skin seeps red, warm liquid,
The only real life that i can judge.
As the crimson stain upon me,
Runs faster down my face,
It apears like tears from my eyes,
Yet real tears there is no trace.
So as i remove my mask,
Unlock the smile that was in place,
Can you see im hurting,
And losing this life long race.
My time is coming closer,
As another piece of me dies,
My mouth no longer smiling,
Nor my eyes, no longer cries
A contest entry
- Bored Enter!!!!! Need to Read Something!!!!! by fairytalelovestory.
700 points, ended January 8, 130 entries
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I hope this doesnt trigger anything for any one. Please leave me a comment, good, bad, what ever you feel. Just please be a little sensative as they are all true stories about my life so far x
Comments
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This is a heart-breaking story. Just reading it a little piece of my heart went out to you. This is almost scary, because it's what my friend has been going through too. It makes the piece hit home for me. The words you used and the way you fit them together made me want to read slower, to take the time and let every word sink in. This is really great. Thank you for entering my contest and the best of luck to you.
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This poem is great! It has a lot emotion in it.I can really relate to this.
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Oh honey my embrace is about you this moment
You seem to know what you want in life yet you fear this person about you one who has made you feel less than you are but honey you the strong person within is still there .I can read it in your poetry . Honey if there is a battered womens shelter in your area know this . You dont take anything with you all you have to do is go to the police or have them come pick you up and from there they will get you to the center without anyone knowing where you will be . You will be given clothes and meals and they will help you and get you relocated away from the one hurting you so . I have seen many who felt they had nothing left become vibrant loving women and once away from the one they fear they become strong and rebuilds their life .And you can to honey . No woman has to stay locked in hell with any man and you get this help and see from today forward it will be a good life and find that joy once again within .
If you want to talk with me please message me I am a very good listener and we can find a safe place where you wont ever be hurt again .

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can so relate to this hun, amazing write keep it up xxx

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This is so sad! and its true too...? im sorry, though i doubt if you want sympathy. =(
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='[ im sorry. but again its brilliant like all your poems really. i can really truely relate. i loved every single bit of it. and im sorry u feel the need to hide behind a mask, but everyone already loves you the way you are...i just wish you could see it...luve yu loadsssssssss =] xxxxxxxxxx
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very good, it feels so real to me, just about made me cry, i love it
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im sorry that his has happened to you! you did an amazing job on saying how you feel and i think your a good writer!


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thank you so much for the comment means a lot
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This is the best by you I've ever read, and I agree with below, you could have so much more potential with a free-verse.
I really like this.
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This is my favorite of yours so far. It's very original and thought-provoking. I'm not going to nitpick on the spelling because I realize you have some trouble with that and I don't wanna make you crazy...haha. But I do think you should try to do it as a free-verse so that your words aren't confined by a rhyme scheme.
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Hun, this poem is brilliant. It really is. Sometimes hiding is just easier than revealing our true selves...
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intense
Sadden, It is a beautifully writen poem, but hurts to know that you are in so much pain.

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we all have to wear the mask of perfection some time. everyone has their own mask.... anyways, this is pretty good. i can relate somehow. i have scars no one knows about everywhere on me... and no one will ever know where they are... though some are just memories. this is a good poem, i feel your pain in this greatly. well done


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very true. We all do wear a mask as you said. Thank you for your comment means a lot babe. x
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