Can you see me?
I am not the wide smile and boisterous laugh.
Nor am I the calm and composed friend who, like a brick wall, will stay strong and support you despite conditions inside.
I am not the girl you fell in love with.
I am a ghost. Small, and lonely. With birds singing melancholy tunes in the rib cage I hand crafted inside a body molded from clay and tears.
I am not the me you see.
I am a face behind a porcelain mask. Mascara running down my face as the tears in my eyes glow in the dim moonlight.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
You tap my mask and ask to come inside.
Looking for the me you once knew.
Looking for the voice you once heard.
But I am a monster.
That smile was never real.
That echoing laugh was never real.
Please don't take of my mask.
Please don't look at me.
Please don't listen to me.
Please don't love me.
Please.
Just stay away.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoetryCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
