Dark blues and blacks
Piercing straight into my disfigured back
Shaking and baking
Stirring up pot full of Smiles Faded into Frowns
Turning the everyday joy
Into a task of fingers pushing up the scraps
Scraps of someone who was used as a toy
From once a lovable boy
To a useless shell of a human
One mans trash is another's treasure
From beaten to broken
Just another she'll to throw away
These are the poems
My mind creates almost everyday
YOU ARE READING
Smiles Faded Into Frowns
PoetryConversations yet to be said Emotions yet to be made Smiles into frowns Joy to sadness All this will Create
