I hide behind
Pretty,
Behind my
Addiction.
I am
Ugly-
The world can't see who I am,
What
I am.
But I am safe as long as the world sees the pretty of this
Mask
That cost
More than my soul.
Every day-
Get up.
Erase the ugly.
Fix the pretty.
Hide.
Hide every day.
Hide
Me.
But it's okay.
This addiction won't hurt me, won't pay me back in
Tears.
This addiction is for the greater good, one that elliminates the
Ugly
In
Me.
Addictions can be
Good.
As long as you maintain them.
Get up.
Erase the ugly.
Fix the pretty.
Smile.
Smiling.
The only thing I can do that's pretty...
This addiction won't hurt me.
It only bites back when you're cut off from this drug.
It's amazing, you know.
You only need so little to fix the
Ugly
In
You.
And yet you can never get enough.
But it doesn't hurt.
Just keep the addiction going.
Get up.
Erase ugly.
Fix pretty.
Smile.
Cry.
Hold in tears.
They bully, they
Hurt
More if you cry.
Just smile.
Fix pretty.
Fix again.
Erase tears.
Put on mask...
This addiction is good for you.
Just never let it go.
YOU ARE READING
Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
