Grin
they said,
demanding
I hide feelings,
show the phony me;
wearing that happy face.
Repress the sadness and hurt,
for no one likes the forlorn child;
so they promised me and I believed.
Ingest all that you know about yourself,
and lose your precious identity too.
So I painted my lips giant, bright,
for all to see the cheerful me;
my soul sinister with time.
Currently on my own,
I dread being lost.
I am consumed,
but the paint
does come
clean.
Author notes
P a l o s z o o
Photo by Melanie Masuth aka Vampirella87 at www.deviantart.com
Picture Link: http://vampirella87.deviantart.com/art/Joker-97671670
#31: A rotting smile
A contest entry
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It's good. Love the picture. The words just roll, the flows so good, and i love how it's structured.
It fits perfect with the prompt! 
Great poem!
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A very interesting write.
I like the form or structure you have here, and the picture is very fitting. Its also very fitting to the prompt well done.
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I like this poem. It has something to it i like. Thanks for the entry and good luck.
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I love this picture and how you really described how you feel like you have to put on an act. I feel like that everyday. great write! good luck in the contest
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"so they promised me and I believed."
Your words reveal this deepest form of hurt
as you describe the scene...
"but the paint
does come
clean."
A quiet reassurance
from one who has seemingly
learned life's lessons.
Powerful piece.
N-C
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