Grin
they said,
demanding
I hide feelings,
and show the false me.
Put on that happy face.
Repress the sadness and hurt,
for no one likes the lonely child;
or so they told me and I believed.
Swallow all that you know about yourself,
and lose your precious identity too.
So I painted my lips big and bright,
for all to see the cheerful me;
my soul sinister with time.
Now grown and on my own,
I fear being lost.
I am consumed,
but the paint
does come
off.
Author notes
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A wonderful write...
Beautifully done!
Thanks so much for entering! Best wishes in the contest...and always! Write on!
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I love the format of this write -
Everything about this was so utterly enjoyable!
Your words are beautiful. (:
Good luck in the contest!
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This is me, this is now, how you captured it so prefectly is beyond me. Brilliant in my book. Best to you in the contest
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Great write.. Got me thinkin!
This is great expression of the picture shown! -
Great =]
I'm all too familiar with having to do this, show the 'false me' as you said.
Really sad... but you've made a great poem out of it
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I love shape poetry, it's so clever,your words are sad here and the form is good, well done
C
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