if they looked through the windows
do you think they'd see?
the last thing we are
is a perfect family
to the world outside our window
so many want to be us
but here-
look through the windows
wipe away the dustwhere are the smiles?
the laughter? where did it go?
why are the children in tears?
just watch as they flow
how could papa leave them?
why is mama screaming?
quick! don't let them see! close the blinds!step out of the door
with a grin on your face
pray those marks don't show
you bloody disgrace
place your hand in mine
skip a little, but do not seek attention
people hate girls like that
don't you dare forget to mention
how great your day was
how happy you are
and smile for gods sake!there
picture perfect
YOU ARE READING
yours sincerely
Poetrythis is my story. to those who hold their heads high through everything; those who smile when they want to scream; those who keep their demons silent - and to those who reach for help. you are not invisible. it's okay to feel weak sometimes. it g...