Snowflakes fall
from the sky
a maelstrom of magnificence
your indigo eyes can not see
the anger inside
the force of the beauty
because in that beauty lies strength
strength gained from the pain
that lies beneath this hallowed ground
strength gained from your incessant ignorance
of what lies behind
these crystal hazel eyes
shattered glass and broken things
are just a metaphor of what I've seen
you can not compare
on the outside I may not be
the most beautiful thing you've seen
scars all over
pale dry skin
slightly purple under eye lids
tell novels of stress
of stress and pain
a pain so endearing
to make one cry
cry themselves to sleep tonight
you can not see the beauty inside
formed from an ugly world
the tears never shed
until right now
emotions bottled up inside
come pouring out
pouring like the paint you see
dripping down mixed with turpentine
the emotions I tried to hide
now coming out
from behind these walls
the emotional dam
used to hold in the pain
is busted now, can't you see
I fake the laughter most of the time
I must act pretty well
if you think I'm just bubbly inside
well when I get home and go to bed
now I can't sleep
can't eat, can't drink
consumed with emotion where to go
don't wanna hurt myself
with a razor blade
I may be sad but I'm not desperate
the snowflakes that fall
those cold winter days
remind me of the beauty inside
a beauty that you will never see
the guilty and vain will forever be
nothing but ugly on the inside
you must be blind I have beauty inside
frost tipped air
snips of grass poke out now
the spring time it comes
but the beauty is still there.
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