I write,
and write,
and write,
all these sad depressing thoughts,
and it makes me wonder.
You see I wear a mask,
The beautiful lie,
And I can't take it off.
I've tried,
Dear god how I've tried.
It just refuses to budge.
I hide behind a fake smile,
A fake laugh,
When in reality I'm broken.
I've been broken for a while now.
Unlike some of you,
I have a nice life,
A stable home,
Semi-cool siblings,
Loving parents.
Yet why am I broken?
Because I'm a liar,
A fraud.
My punishment is ugliness.
I receive it for hiding.
Hiding behind a beautiful lie.
I've been hiding so much,
It refuses to budge.
I received a low self esteem.
I lie and lie and lie.
The end nowhere in sight.
Until I stop,
I'll continue to be a face.
A ugly disgusting face,
Maybe one day it will come off.
I hope that one day is soon,
When a hero comes along,
And sets me free.
To soar high in the sky,
And finally see clearly.
My low low self esteem,
To the ugly face I see.
All masked by a false sense of reality,
But one day I'll be free,
One day I'll believe.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
