My Dark Poetry

Fake

I've got scars on my hips

And a smile on my lips

No one can see past

The tears in my eyes

You can't see me

For who I truly am

I am a different person

Alone behind closed doors

I'm not who you think I am

I put on a show everyday

For your enjoyment

And the satisfying feeling

That everything is okay

When in fact nothing is.

I've got scars on my hips

And a smile on my lips

I look in the mirror

To practice my act

So as to perfect it

I look in the mirror and don't like what I see

But I pretend that I do

Just not to alarm you

The fake smile is practiced

Every night

To make it just right.

I've got another personality

Behind my happy go lucky act

But you wouldn't know that

Because I hide it so well

So well that you can't see past my mask.

You see I now got bleeding hips

And blue lifeless lips

You just couldn't see

Past the fake smile

The fake act

The fake person

You didn't have enough time

To save me from myself

All you saw was fake.