Simpering sweet silences
rivet the attention of an audience
of boys and girls
far too young to understand the significance
of this altruistic madness.
Elegant undertones and backhanded compliments,
sift through the moments
and sever the ties that bind
their minds to the stage.
There's a tragedy in the making,
and the children pause,
breathe,
reconsider.
They do not understand-
but you'll smile through it all,
and pretend that one day they will.
They know nothing of the madness
that lives within your nights.
They cannot see the bags beneath your eyes,
nor the acid burning your throat.
They will not notice the limp.
They will not notice the whole
in the bottom of your lip.
They will however notice,
you start to break down and cry-
and their eyes will be glued.
and at that very moment-
they'll make one of three choices.
Some will ignore it,
think you deserve it.
Some will dig deeper
the knife already thrust through your ribs.
And a few.
A very select few,
will hold your hair back,
and tell you it's okay.
Author notes
I cannot win.
This is not me being exasperatingly self-pitish.
But the amount of things going against me,
out weigh what does.
And everytime I try to fix one problem-
I cause or aggravate another.
I get headaches if I don't drink caffeine.
I have acid reflux and can't talk if I do.
I'm overweight- so I try to walk more, exercise.
I had to have knee surgery last year... My knee still comes out of place sometimes.
I decide to not eat- to help with the acid reflux,
and I end up getting sick because of some problem I cannot even pronounce.
On top of physical- I've been told I have a list of mental disorders a mile long.
And me and my friends don't get along anymore.
They're bitter.
When our friend ship started, I was attentive and cared for them as though they were my children.
Now my world has crashed in the past couple of years- and they cannot understand why I don't care if their boyfriend didn't call them last night.
It doesn't matter in the end though- you will make it through whatever. You will smile. and everything will be okay in the end.
Livingemptyspaces.
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Comments
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Some will ignore it,
think you deserve it.
-Very much like this line.
This poem is great in the way that it is completely relatable. Whilst my err 'problems' dont mirror yours exactly, i feel that the emotion and message is applied to pretty much everyone, which is an excellent quality to have in a poem.
also the ending is amazing. Brilliant.
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I wish I could pinpoint exactly what it is I like about this piece but it just held me from begining to end. I luved every last word.
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